"Aw, don't give up so easily." Indy was playing along, but his own grin didn't have much more real amusement in it than Pierson's. "I thought you said you were a translator. Just pick some godforsaken corner of the world and blend in until the revolution." Which might be brought about by Martians or something before he could get to it. 2009 was as unpredictable as all hell. Maybe he should ask for a rundown of what he could expect to see if he made it out of here and to civilization.
"That's the plan. It's not great, but it's the best I've got at the moment," he admitted. "I'd like to start looking around outside--if not tonight, then pretty soon. I'd feel better if I had something a little more persuasive than an extension cord bullwhip." Indy pushed his dinner tray back and leaned back in his chair, giving himself another couple minutes of repose before he got up to change. "It won't be a deal-breaker if I can't come up with anything, discretion being the better part of valor and all. But it's always nice to be able to map out the area without getting eaten."
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"That's the plan. It's not great, but it's the best I've got at the moment," he admitted. "I'd like to start looking around outside--if not tonight, then pretty soon. I'd feel better if I had something a little more persuasive than an extension cord bullwhip." Indy pushed his dinner tray back and leaned back in his chair, giving himself another couple minutes of repose before he got up to change. "It won't be a deal-breaker if I can't come up with anything, discretion being the better part of valor and all. But it's always nice to be able to map out the area without getting eaten."