Fedora (Garth)

Coldly amused by his men’s greed, mildly irritated by Indy’s interference, but otherwise detached. There’s a hint of professional pride—he doesn’t panic, he strategizes. The theft of the Cross is an inconvenience, not a crisis.

Fedora’s emotional state is one of composed detachment, masking a predatory focus on the artifact. He is unfazed by the chaos around him, exuding an air of superiority over his excitable companions. His calm demeanor suggests confidence in his ability to reclaim the Cross, and there’s a hint of irritation at his men’s lack of discipline. His pursuit of Indy is methodical, reflecting a hunter’s patience and precision.

Coolly amused by the artifact’s beauty and value, with a simmering irritation at Indy’s interference. His emotional state is one of quiet confidence, bordering on arrogance—he expects to reclaim the Cross effortlessly, and his pursuit reflects this assurance.

Coldly detached, confident in the gang’s ability to execute his orders, with an undercurrent of anticipation for the Cross’s retrieval.

Calm and collected, with an air of quiet authority. His actions suggest a deep investment in the outcome, hinting at a broader, more sinister agenda tied to the Cross of Coronado and the Grail.

Coldly determined and aggressive. Fedora’s actions are driven by a mix of professional pride and personal stakes in the Cross of Coronado, with no room for hesitation or mercy in his pursuit of Indy.

Coldly confident, bordering on sadistic pleasure in Indy’s desperation, with a sense of inevitable triumph.

Smug and dominant, with an undercurrent of sadistic enjoyment in Indy’s desperation. Fedora’s emotional state is one of control—he is in command of the situation, both physically and psychologically, and he revels in Indy’s vulnerability. There is no urgency in his demeanor, only the certainty of victory.

Cool and collected, with a hint of amusement at Indy’s predicament. He exudes confidence, knowing he holds the upper hand in this moment, and his demand for the whip is a calculated move to reassert control.

Coldly amused and dominant. Fedora is in his element here, relishing the opportunity to assert his control over Indy. There’s no urgency or fear in his demeanor—just the quiet confidence of someone who knows he holds the upper hand. His emotional state is one of strategic satisfaction, as if he’s playing a game where Indy is both the opponent and the pawn. The subtext is clear: You’re at my mercy, and I want you to know it.

Calculating and slightly amused, masking a deeper strategic mindset. He enjoys the verbal spar with Indy but remains focused on the bigger picture, suggesting he views the Cross as a means to a greater end.

Coldly amused by Indy’s defiance, but beneath the surface, there’s a simmering frustration at the snake’s interference—his control is absolute, yet the supernatural disrupts his plans.

Seething frustration mixed with humiliated rage. Fedora’s emotional state swings from cocky assurance to disbelief and fury as Indy’s escape unfolds. There’s a sense of personal affront—he’s been bested by a kid, and his pride is wounded. His final exclamation, 'Damn,' is laced with bitter acknowledgment of Indy’s cunning.