Tikki follows, down the steps, through a door, through a dark section of 
corridor maybe three meters long, then through another door. One door is closed 
before the other opens, so the light from inside the second door never shows 
outside. The second door lets into a small, bare room lit by a single bulb 
hanging down from the ceiling. The only furniture is a worn wooden table with a 
single chair. The male who sits in the chair is big and brawny, trim but heavily 
muscled. His hair is black. His eyebrows all but meet above the bridge of his 
nose. His arms, too, are covered with black hair. More hair shows from his 
palms. He wears a black synthleather vest, shatjeans, and big black boots. His 
right arm lies casually on the table. Embedded into the table top is a long 
knife standing upright next to his hand.