So . . . where is she, exactly? On a ship. Or the Hindenberg. Or the porthole of a chic nightclub that incorporated these elements into their design? Possibly the latter. She's on the way back from the powder room. She stops to talk to a fellow who's been angling for her attention all night. Oh, he's a nice enough fellow, really, but all she can think of right now is how awfully short he is.