but that 's exactly where i find myself , following mary past her sleepy doorman ( who does n't raise so much as an eyebrow at her crossbow ) , and then up the elevator to her place , which is decorated in mid-nineteenth-century victorian chic-at least as near as i can judge , considering all the furniture looks like it came out of one of those boring miniseries my mom likes to watch on pbs , featuring girls named violet or hortense or whatever .