@emberapatow The holding cells; dawn.
Ginny's never been much of a sleeper. There hadn't been much time for it out in the regular world, considering her job. And if there's one thing an apocalypse is not going to do, it's improve your sleep schedule. So she's up before the sky, prepping food for the newcomers. It's part of the job, and really, part she likes. Sure, maybe she should have a degree of fear. She likely would, if there weren't bars separating them. But she likes being one of the first on the scene, the first to judge the new faces... and the first to spread the word.
So she's here bright and early, keys jangling on her hip as she carryies in two bowls. Ginny had been hemming and hawing over how to politely wake these folks up from sleep... only to find she doesn't have to. At least for one. "Oh. Good morning," she greets softly at the two dark eyes peering out at her from the shadows. Quietly, she sets the other bowl in front of the second occupied cell, where a figure (seemingly) sleeps with their back to her. "I have breakfast for you. Warm, fresh food. I just need you to stand up and go to that corner so that I can safely bring it in," she points to the furthest corner from the entrance to the cell before tacking on, "Please."