Gibbs has no issues with being picked up, squeaking even as Inigo comes over to him, arms open wide and - for such a wet thing - his being warm with a comforting aura.

'Young soul, I am always ready to search for our friends and comrades. Hiig!'

"Hey hey, let's not call Roland any of those things, yeah?" He folds his arms, tilts his head with a faux-haughtiness. "He'll get some funny ideas."