"Fair 'nough. Gimme a minute to send my mob home. They ain't half as fast, and there's too damn many of 'em to ride in the cart."

Once the houndeyes are ushered out the front door and back into West Virginia, Shephard returns, briskly dusting his hands against his trousers. "Right this way, ma'am," he says, and heads over to the panel that is (as always) like every other panel until the down button is found and pressed.