This... It was always one of her least favorite things to do. A wellness check. These never end well. Either the person is already dead, has harmed themselves, or is considering harming themselves. But she always prays for a false alarm.

She knocks on the door in front of her softly at first. Placing her hand on her holster. Just in case...

"Hello? Hurricane PD. Please open up." She calls out. Trying to keep her voice it's usual cherry tone. But she can't lie. She's a bit nervous.