The only reason that Karen doesn't spend a good ten minutes outside the door fidgeting is that there's a line. As it is, she spends twenty seconds with her hand on the door handle, debating whether she actually has enough courage to say words about the situation to someone who isn't her sister. After that long, she worries that someone is going to ask her if she's OK, and then she'll have to lie about it, or else explain the situation to someone who is not bound by the seal of the confessional, and that would be no fun for anyone.
She ducks inside and kneels in front of the screen. She doesn't usually do confession with the screens, but she's glad for them today.
"Uh. Hello, Father."