"Of course there's a scientific explanation. I want to find out what." Indy returned to the cabinets: cups and trays in this one, probably extra storage for dinner. He pictured himself cracking a nurse over the head with a meal tray--not bad improvisation, but only so helpful against a gun. Or whatever the hell kind of crazy weapons technology they had here to go with all the other futuristic gadgets. He kept looking.

"We're also gonna have to find some way of carrying all this," he added in a cautionary tone. "Not to mention hiding it. We can take one of the boxes, but we'd better be able to move with it. The last thing we need is to run up against something angry with our hands tied up."