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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Coming down the stairs is a lady on a mission.

Moving awkwardly, searching earnestly, the blond in a hoodie and sweatpants is clearly after something.

That blonde? Is Bill.

You can't really tell unless you talk to her him, and the way he's searching, under chairs, on top of tables, behind booths, he'll probably happen upon you soon enough

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[justdidntseeit]

Kate doesn't stay upstairs for long; she's too keyed up, waiting for Bill to return with what will hopefully be the answer to their body-swapping prayers.

A few minutes later, she stuffs her feet into a battered pair of tennis shoes -- which, wow, Kate's always thought she has big feet, but she has nothing on Bill and these skis things -- and heads downstairs to help him search.

He's plundering an empty booth along a far wall when she walks over.

"No luck yet?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

The sound of his own voice startles him and he turns quickly. If he were in his own body he'd have conked his head on the edge of the table, Kate's smaller build gives him clearance and he pauses to consider that.

"Uh, no I... not yet."

[justdidntseeit]

She refuses to let her disappointment show, but it's all too obvious in her eyes.

"Yet. Okay."

She glances around, then nods toward the far wall.

"Have you checked that side yet? I can start wherever you haven't been."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He sees her disappointment and holds in a frown.

Looking across the bar he shakes his head.

"No. Well, not really. I just kinda walked by."

Really he has, but maybe a more thorough search will turn up the missing gun. It sure isn't where he's looking, now.