After Napoleon opened the door and they entered, April thought calling it a suite was a touch of an exaggeration. More like a sparsely furnished efficiency apartment. Mind you, plenty big enough for her, but?
"How on earth would anyone maneuver a wheelchair in here?"
Napoleon leaned against a counter and chuckled.
"Different layouts for different needs, Miss Dancer. This is, admittedly, one of the most basic, but should be a cozy spot and give you time to explore the area to find your own nest to feather. We have a list I'll get for you of approved neighborhoods."