Behind the airline counters, there was a hallway you couldn't readily see from the ticketing area, and if Katchoo was reading the signs right the duty-free shop (only place left in the goddamn airport that seemed to sell smokes) was down that way.

Through a several-turns-deep line for the security checkpoint, which was next to the restrooms and the line of people exiting the terminal. One short blonde girl could get lost pretty easily in that mess.