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Whump goes the back door, and in drives a rather muddy Trans Am. It seems that someone's been spending most of his time outside lately. KARR drives in, his scanner moving steadily-not that it's easily seen. The mud even goes up over most of his scanner, and only a few flashes of yellow can be seen now and then beneath the spots of brown. He turns, leaving muddy tracks in his wake as he heads for his favorite corner, intending to settle down and watch for anyone he knows.