"That you are, baby" she says, folding Natalie back over herself with her jacket. "The reason I never went out with any of them."

This time in the taxi, she talks more; Natalie is back, telling her boyfriend about cafes and clubs and shops, and how she really can't wait until they get to Vienna.

The dormitory itself blends in with the other apartment blocks around it; serviceable, a dash of colour, affordable to a cocktail waitress who has burnt through her savings. Tokyo is damn expensive.

"Home sweet home," she mutters, walking up the stairs and getting out her key, doing a visual sweep of the area as much as she can given the time.