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Indy wanders downstairs with a slight awkwardness in his usually casual gait. He seems to be trying to keep his thighs from touching each other for some reason.

Despite his apparent discomfort, the rugged adventurer seems rather chipper, and he grins happily when he notices an old friend at the bar with something that could very well be the end product of a certain Christmas present Indy had given him. And there are nuts.

He walks over as quickly as he is able and joins the little man.