"I also might as well, mightn't I."

"Well, come in, then."

The inside of the compound is just this side of opulent, and looks like it was once aiming for a cohesive aesthetic but has since had a fair number of items replaced with ones that are optimized to be luxurious to senses other than sight, though none of them are ugly.  There's an entryway and a lounge with a kitchen off of it, and a few hallways which aren't lit well enough at this hour to make out what they might contain.

"Interesting place. Eclectic, like."

"Mm."  She pulls a notepad and pen off the fridge.  "How long have you been working on your city?  Will you be taking more immigrants later?  How secret is it?  - Have a seat if you'd like, or . . . can."  She gestures with the back of the pen vaguely over her shoulder, where there are zero wings; the lounge has a couch and some armchairs, one of which has an associated ottoman.

He sits on the ottoman. "Not very long, like less than a day? Yes. Not super."

". . . How built is it, precisely."

"Oh, it's all built, here's a picture." He brings one up on his computer.

"How is it built.  Precisely."

"Like this." He holds out his palm flat and appears a tater tot on it. Nomf.

"Oh, so completely revolutionary to the point I don't have to be exactingly careful about picking who to wake up to tag along, because their lives will soon change drastically regardless?"

"Sure."

"That's convenient; I really hate putting a lot of thought into things that won't matter the next time I wake up - I'll be back."  And she disappears down one of the unlit corridors.

A pair of barely-awake men wrapped in a single blanket emerge shortly thereafter.

"Hello there."

"M'rnin.  You're - kidnapping us?  Friendily?"

"Oh, you can stay home if you want! I'm inviting you."

"That's what he meant by 'friendily'.  'Friendly-y'?  - Consensually.  Forgive the threect-four phrasing."  The bundle pads over to and flops on the couch.

"I feel like kidnapping is still not the right word. What is threect-four phrasing? I'm new to base eight and associated turns of phrase."

"Very early."

"Replace with somewhere between two and five in the morning, I'd say?  The conversion's a little arbitrary what with the day length and proportion of needed sleep being different."

"Aha. I knew somebody who called that 'the fucking morning' because if someone phones you then you'll be like, 'it's three in the fucking morning!'"

"Weird time system.  But thank you for not-kidnapping us regardless of whatever hour it may fucking be.  Prob'ly."

"Is there time to make coffee."

"Sure, or I can do it with my magical matter conjuration powers."