It was past midnight and Letizia woke up ridiculously hungry. An even though she had work in a few hours she couldn't ignore the necessity for food. So she quietly slipped out of her bed, slipped on her robe and slippers that were at the end of the bed she had chosen for the night. Her eyes drifted to a few of the people that had stayed the night and crept closer to the door, biting her lip as if that would someone stop sound from escaping. When she got to the door Letizia slipped it open the smallest crack, just enough for her head to fit through to look and see if anyone else had slipped out before her. She really didn't know why she was 'sneaking' about and so she immediately stopped. She pushed the door open fully before closing it quietly, turning the knob as she pressed it against the wall so it wouldn't click and padded quietly toward the kitchens.
She always preferred making her own food, there was a sort of calmness that enveloped her when her hands moved from memory to create meals. Right now though she only making something simple, a sandwich with some chips. Letizia pushed the swinging doors of the kitchen aside and headed straight for the fridge at the back of the room. She grabbed the bread, cheese, salami, lettuce, and pickles out and set it on the island counter. An soon her sandwich was perched on a plate next to her chips. "Oh," she was about to sit down when she remembered to grab a drink. With how late it was she grabbed a water bottle. An it was only then that a rattling noise caught her attention. "Hello?" she called out. She wasn't exactly frightened as it was near impossible to get inside with the code to the entrance and exit doors. "Is someone there?" she whispered as she tried to figure out where the noise was coming from.