Some days, her shifts at the bar run a little later than normal, and this is one of those days. It isn't until close to two in the morning, when the bar is just about to close, that she finally has a moment to breath. By the time everything is washed up and put away, she's hit a welcome second wind, and doesn't feel ready to head back home just yet. So she packs up the extra curry and rice from the day, deciding that she might as well take it down to the safehouse now instead of tomorrow morning; there's probably room in the fridge down there, anyway.

Nill doesn't bother with the hatch, instead taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she taps into her power, decreasing the density of her body so she can slowly sink through the floor where the hatch is. A year here in New Amsterdam has given her more control over it than she thought she'd ever had, and Peter celebrating her nineteenth (technically eighteenth) birthday with her the other week has given her a much needed boost in confidence. Thankfully, nobody is below her (something she probably should have thought of first, but it's almost three in the morning now, and maybe that second wind isn't as coherent as she thought it was). The blue glow fades from her chest as she eases on to the floor, setting everything's density right before moving towards the kitchen, keeping her steps quiet so she doesn't wake anyone sleeping in the cots.

The light is on, and someone is standing there.

Not wanting to frighten them, Nill knocks softly on the door frame, hopefully alerting the person to her presence as she continues forward. He is... very tall. Her wings flick out behind her, an indication of a discomfort she hasn't entirely conquered yet, but she doesn't adjust her course. Instead, she sets the curry on the counter, and if he's looked at her by now, she'll lift the lid to show what's inside before gesturing to him, then the food. He's more than welcome to have some now, if he wants. She puts on what is meant to be an encouraging smile.