Someone, Dog Bite, nudges her from behind, pushing her out of the elevator 
and directly into a room. The room is gigantic, bigger than most apartments, any 
that Neona’s been in, anyway. Maybe fifteen, twenty meters wide and almost as
long. The ceiling is kind of low, but that’s standard for lofts, if this really
is a loft, tucked in above the main floors of the building. Neona sees a kitchen 
area off to the left, a rolling bar and living room furniture off to the right. 
Directly ahead is an open aisle that leads to a hallway. Probably to bedrooms, 
Neona guesses.