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Sheppard heads downstairs from his room-he had decided to spend the night, and he doesn't mind being in the bar at the moment. So long as he could see-and open-the door, he's happy. In fact, he seems to be in a rather cheerful mood tonight. It's probably due to his pride at not being gored by a unicorn last night, or perhaps it simply stems from not being shot at for another day.