Oh, for crying out loud. How the hell'd they manage to get this many types of crazy into one building, Indy wondered uncharitably. He was starting to think that his presence here was just some kind of accident; maybe they really were looking for a guy named Lucas and somehow ended up with a guy named Jones by mistake. He couldn't figure out how he fit into this collection of screwballs; at least his exploits were genuine. Other worlds, for God's sake!

But of course he couldn't say all that to the teenage boy in front of him. What he actually said was, "So does that make you an alien, or what?" He regretted this as soon as it was out of his mouth and added apologetically, "Sorry. You just look so much like an ordinary kid; I wasn't expecting to hear you say you're from Mars--" He checked himself. "Or wherever you come from."

He couldn't believe he was actually talking as though he were seriously entertaining all this. But there was no point in upsetting Keman. Wherever he was from, the poor kid had probably been through enough.