The last time Shephard lost track of time like this, and came out of it feeling like this, he'd heard an awful lot of dead men and women speak their names. What came out of that night he's still not entirely sure, but as for today...

Well.

"That's a... that's a damn fine lookin' piece of work, sir," Shephard says, staring at the hand and forearm. "What needs doin' to git it set up?"