Dot was relieved that the hostilities had ended so easily. She knew Luanne's temper wasn't yet soothed, and resolved to get a move on before she accidentally said something nasty enough to change the pregnant woman's mind.
"I'm Dot. She's Luanne. We're twins." She was attempting to keep it simple and impersonal, in case things got ugly. It was harder to leave someone behind when you knew their life's story, and Luanne was right: family did come first. "I think the hospital's that way. Maybe they've got some kinda emergency center down there. Ain't a bad spot for an emergency center." Dot actually felt rather proud to have come to such a conclusion. She needed these people to think she was useful.