The door to her room is not where she left it.
This causes a bit of consternation on Fi's part and no small amount of chuckling on Indy's part. She finds it eventually, on the tenth floor, not the fourth where she left it. Also, there's a big shiny number
4 on the door where there previously had only been an image of a
bird on a wire.
"Well I suppose that's helpful," she drawls, holding the door for him.
Through the standard issue Milliways door there is a short foot bridge with a view over the myriad rooftops. Beyond that, there is a faded
blue door. Fi fishes a key out of her pocket and puts her shoulder into the door to open it.
The space beyond is
one giant studio, vaguely Egyptian in decor. "Welcome to my humble abode," she says. "I think there may be beer in the fridge, and I know there's whisky on the bookshelf."