The pathetic naïveté and Seattle-centrism of these assumptions had already begun to infiltrate Zula’s awareness but clobbered her in the teeth as she followed Qian Yuxia to the top of the stairs. The helpful strangers who had been giving them useless directions always seemed to be saying that the Internet café was "upstairs of" or "in the back of" such-and-such a business, and this had given Zula the idea that they were talking about tiny backroom enterprises.