Nill spends time on the rooftop almost every day that she's in the Capitol. If it's not once, it's two or three or even four times a day, smoking at night, helping to look after some of the plants during the daylight hours, reading at all hours. It's probably the place she visits most around here, and the place where she feels most comfortable. Maybe that's because of her wings; a bird or not, the sky has more appeal than most of the actual attractions in the city itself.

Because of just how often she's there, it's not unusual for her to spot some of the newer tributes when they finally get to the roof. The scenery of people there constantly changes, but not many come to the rooftop at frequent intervals, and no one looks the same. Ragnar doesn't look particularly unusual, but he also doesn't look like many of the other tributes she's come across. Nill mistakes him for a mentor at first, and leaves him to his thinking. At least until she looks over in his direction and he's no longer contemplating the city, but his communication device. Perhaps she'd been wrong. Mentor or tribute, it certainly doesn't seem like he knows what to do with it.

She takes a moment to actually writing something down on her notepad before she makes her way over. She flips it closed so that she can rap her knuckles against the slightly sturdier cover, mostly to get his attention, before flipping it open again for him to see. The words are written in large, neat handwriting, easily legible.

are you ok?