The stairway gives onto a landing, which has another door that Vamua also opens, walking inside confidently, and leaving the door open behind her so that Hera and the girls have a good view of what lies in front of them.

It's one large, open room with a ratty carpet, a small cooking range, a few battered seats and a cot tucked away in a corner. There's nothing on the walls, there are no tables or other flat surfaces, and there's no bric a brac in sight.

There is a small 'fresher in one corner, which at least one of the girls looks like they might appreciate being able to use. (It's Sucasa.)

Vamua, meanwhile, takes a seat in one of the ratty-looking chairs, folding her hands in her lap and fixing her crimson gaze on Hera

"Make yourselves at home," she says, "I believe that's the phrase?"