She puts the duffel bag down and steps to the hallway door. Set into the door 
at about eye-level is a small reinforced transparex window. She puts her back to 
the door to the right of the window, then lifts a small smoked mirror up to the 
lower-left corner. Once she gets the angle right, the mirror provides a view of 
the hallway leading directly away from the door. The smoky pane minimizes the 
chance of the mirror catching the light. Her view of the corridor elaborates on 
her scent-impressions. At the end of the hall, which extends perhaps thirty 
meters, are a pair of over-size males in suits. One on the left, one on the 
right. They are standing guard, Tikki supposes. At least that seems to be the 
idea. One guard holds a disposable cup. The other holds a cigarette in one hand 
and an ashtray in the other.