Nux is lucky, he has the place to himself. At least, for the time being. It's sparsely decorated, utilitarian. Black Bolt hasn't brought a single thing up here that he doesn't intend to use — and nothing he couldn't fly up here with, either. A lot of furniture is sort of out of the picture, thanks to that particular limitation. (It hasn't stopped him from getting a mattress up here, somehow, left unassuming in a far corner.)

He's got about thirty seconds to enjoy having the run of the place, then there's a gentle tap on the boards forming the porch-slash-extra-security outside as Black Bolt touches down lightly. There's a short pause of nothing, then footsteps that are even quieter than his landing, until suddenly he's in the doorway and his attention is fully on Nux.

There are a few seconds where he seems big — bigger than usual, all stiff posture, heavy loom, and unspoken threat. He'd known immediately someone was here, signs clear to his silent eye had spoken loudly. But it's... someone that he knows. Black Bolt blinks, and a very slight change in posture, stance, something, has the threat ebbing out of him again.

He steps into the room, footsteps suddenly heavy enough to fully announce his arrival to his impromptu guest.