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*Alanna is sitting nearby, thinking about her conversation with Liam. Not Angel Liam. Not even her Liam. Liam Pace. She spies Indy and grins, craving some levity. She sidles over and swipes a finger through his apple sauce.*

Yum. Don't worry, it's clean.

He takes a piece of crackling and shakes it reprovingly at the mischievous knight.

"Oi... fingers and apple sauce don't mix. Even if they are clean. Did they teach you nothing at knight school?"

He grins at her.

Angel walks over, regarding Alanna curiously. The man, of course, he recognizes. Come on, it's Indiana Jones. Wesley loved those movies. Silly Brit.

"Hey." He says to Alanna, and then waits for her to make an introduction.

Hello, Angel. *She grins, completely unaware of Indy's fame.* This is Indiana Jones. I think you two might get along. Indy, this is Angel. He's a very good friend. *She tilts her head and smiles innocently. Why? It's a mystery.*

Indy regards the new arrival over a mouthful of parsnip before shifting his stool back and offering a handshake.

"Pleased to meet you. Any friend of this one is a friend of mine."

Angel grips the hand, shaking it firmly. "Likewise."

He takes a seat beside Alanna.

*Alanna promptly has a sneezing fit and curses, grabbing a stray napkin to blow her nose. Maybe she shouldn't have stuck her finger in the apple sauce...*

Forgive me. The Trickster God has apparently cursed me with a head cold. I didn't help matters by getting completely soused last night. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look certain people in the eye again. *She giggles.*

Indy hunches protectively over his food.

"Dang girl... keep your germs offa my lunch." He smirks and then pouts sympathetically. "I can't believe you can't heal a simple cold with your Gift."

"So Angel... what's your background? How, when, from where, can you get back and what'd you do before." He's not much for long drawn out introductions anymore.

"Vampire Private Investigator from LA in the 21st century. And I'm bound. You?"

He knows what he's seen but he's not about to allude to anything like that. It would be weird.

*Alanna huffs.* I could heal myself if I truly needed to. You know my current situation. I prefer not to risk it.

*She listens to Angel. Biting her lip, she wonders how Indy will react to the "vampire" bit.*

Angel is an excellent swordsman. *She nods firmly as if this explains everything.*

Indy doesn't seem phased at all.

"Me? I'm a professor of archaeology from New York, 1937, with a sideline in obtaining rare antiquities for museums. I've been here for about six months... bound now, though I wasn't before."

"The bar seems to attract a lot of you guys. You know Whistler, van Helsing or Faith?" he inquires idly.

"Faith is from my same continuity of Earth. Except a few years in my future. I spent a few years in Sunnydale and she and I helped each other out a lot."

He doesn't mention that Faith also shot him with a poisoned arrow in an attempt to make him chose between his own life and Buffy's. He doesn't know the first and doesn't comment on the second. He still doesn't like van Helsing because of the way he saw the man looking at Buffy.

"I'm a good vampire." He notes.

*Alanna sneezes again and looks back and forth between them.*

Angel, I really wish you would introduce me to Faith sometime.