"Was it the commander, Gutierrez?"
"No. I do not know what it was. Nothing, probably."
"The Wasp in sight?"
"Not yet, Niña. You had best go back: De Boer, he might be jealous of us, no? He is busy with his instruments, but should he realize you are here, talking with me—"
"Senseless, Gutierrez!"
"Is it so, Niña? I have no attraction? Go back to him. Gold I want, not trouble over you!"
Faint laughter.
"When we sight the Wasp, I'll call and tell you, Gutierrez. Too bad you won't let me stay with you. I like you."
"Yes. But go now!"
Faint laughter. Footsteps. Then silence.