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The backdoor is nudged open, and Karr comes rolling in. Despite having been outside for awhile, he looks relatively unmarked-there's no lumps of snow or signs of an encounter with birds on him. He makes his way over to the bar, his scanner flicking steadily as he dodges chairs and patrons, barely avoiding running into pieces of furniture several times. "They've got to put fewer tables in here," he grumbles to himself as he stops near the bar, settling in to people watch. It seems like he might be in something like a good mood tonight.