Nikita’s face twisted up as she carefully balanced on the toes of her left foot. She’d learned a lot of things the night before, for starters it was in fact still possible to want your father despite the fact that he’s terrible. Second was that sleeping on it to see if it would go away wasn’t a good plan of action for having glass in your foot. The second thing she’d learned wasn’t all that much of a surprise to her, but still she’d hoped that by some miracle the glass might have wiggled it’s way out of her skin throughout the night. No such luck. The first fact was just confusing. Nikita wasn’t the type of person to get all excited about her father, especially lately, yet for whatever reason as soon as things had turned bad and the city went dark he was all she wanted.
Trying to shake the idea from her head she half hopped into Isa’s building, making her way towards the elevator with a half annoyed and very pained expression. She waited patiently, ignoring the woman and her child in the elevator with her, they appeared to be judging her, which she could partially understand. Her hair was tangled and frankly all over the place, her clothes were the same ones she’d been wearing before, and since she’d been straining and walking on her foot, it had recently started to bleed again. Perfect. This was going perfect. After hopping out of the elevator she moved over to Isabella’s door, leaning against the wall as she pounded on the door with one hand, the other holding her up against the wall. “Open the door!”