Indy sidled into the room quietly, silently remarking to himself that the City was a pain in the ass. The zombie thing was bad enough, but didn't it know that he hated things like this? That he used to crawl out the window of his office back home to avoid these very kinds of interactions?
Yes, he figured. It did know.
With a slightly pained face and a resigned sigh, he opened his briefcase on the desk he'd stopped near, and he removed his glasses from his inside suit pocket and stuck them on his face.
A young woman nearby--very pretty, Indy noted for his own personal reasons--looked just as miffed as he did.