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[no_comb_shep]

Sheppard can currently be found sitting at a booth, eyeballing a pad of paper. Well, lounging might be a better term-distracted by the paper, he's begun to slouch somewhat. He frowns to himself every so often, occasionally adding a scribble here, a mark there. He seems rather absorbed in whatever it is that he's working on, but that doesn't he mean

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[doctor_weir]

"Finally finished that love letter I was working on."

A smiling Elizabeth sits down in front of Sheppard, thumping a think file folder in front of them both.

"...Why did I bother?"

[no_comb_shep]

Sheppard looks up from his own work-a doodle that could be titled 'Godzilla vs. the Wraith'. He shrugs a bit.

"Well, there is the whole lack of people blowing things up and trying to shoot us, which gave you plenty of time to be bored enough to do it?"

[doctor_weir]

"Point. Not that it'll matter once the door shows up again."

Elizabeth is in a huff.

"Ran into Colonel Carter the other day."

That might be why.

[no_comb_shep]

"...So, what'd I miss?"

He's erring on the side of caution. Asking how it went sounds safer than asking how much of a verbal asskicking there was.