Last spark from the ashes

She does knock on the door, a heavy-handed rap before she realizes that might sound too aggressive, and knocks more gently. When there's no answer she pushes the door open anyway, but she stays in the doorway, one hand on the door as if ready to back out, eyes on the small bed tucked into a corner of the room and its present occupant.

"Is it okay if I come in?" She watches Nike startle, and wonders at how preoccupied the angel must be not to have noticed her approach. She doesn't look okay, herself - face reddened, posture all wrong... it's not the Nike Blaze is used to seeing.

She's not entirely sure if that's good or bad.

"No, we just got back. Had some business come up." And they weren't sticking around to celebrate late, but that's not Nike's concern. "Steve let us know you were... something was up." She sweeps a look around the room before it lands on the angel again, in her somewhat makeshift dress. "...You want to talk about it?"