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Somewhere in the middle of the day, Quinn slipped out of the Bar- a little to think, a lot to work with the horse properly. His arm still throbs where the stallion bit it, a reminder that failing to take the animal's needs seriously has consequences. Fortunately, the work is done now, so Quinn is back. He's got a table near the entrance, well-lit (something's got to cast the shadows for all those dark corners, after all!), and he's got dinner. It's all good, really.

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Quinn runs a finger down the list and nods. "I think we can do this," he says. "I'll take this to Calrissian next time I see him. Thank you, Dr. Tam."

[simon_doctor]

Then it's good we're helping.

"Good luck to you, Mr. Abercromby. And -- please let me know if there's anything else I can do."