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Tonight in the bar, there is a small, dark person in dark trousers and a loose tunic. From far away, it is impossible to be quite certain of the person's gender. It's even more impossible close-up. His or her hair is long and thick and black, the features of the face suggestive of Innuit or Tibetan race to those of Earth, and the clothing is loose enough to hide any curves or lack thereof that might give away a gender. He, or possibly she, is melding quietly with the shadows in a booth with a mug of beer, within sight of the observation window. Along with the beer is a pile of electronics that looks like it is probably a butchered radio. The small, dark person with quick hands is endeavoring to put it back together.

She (or is it he?) looks a little bored. It's this whole concept of summer. It doesn't sit well with the Karhider.