Indy is ambling down the corridor in the opposite direction, fedora in place above some casual clothes, on his way to the bar. He's possibly the last person Veronica wanted to see, but it's always a risk when she lives a few doors down from him.

He glances at the couple as the distance between them closes, and of course, he recognizes one of them. He takes a second look, this time directed far more pointedly at the man she's with. Hmmm... interesting.

Before his gaze becomes too intrusive, he tips his hat and offers a cordial smile.

"Evenin, Vee."