Alicia wasn’t sure why she had woken up, she just knew that she had. She wasn’t confused like she sometimes was when she woke up after having slept for a short while, rather... she simply got up and went to her living room. The first thing she saw, before she had even turned on the light, was the familiar shape of Oliver on the flat roof outside glass door. Figuring that maybe it was the usual POP of apparition that had woken her – or perhaps he had even knocked on the door – she didn’t hesitate in unlocking the door to let him in.
“Are you alright?” she asked him, her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. It wasn’t unusual for Oliver to show up like this without prior notice, it wasn’t even that unusual that it was in the middle of the night, but it was quite a bit unusual that he looked neither injured, drunk nor alerted. “Come in.” The chill of the night was cold on her bare arms. Pyjama pants and a tank top was alright for indoors, not quite enough for a cold February night.