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European manners. I knew I should've settled for American ones. Oh, wait, that's right, I don't have any."
Helen couldn't restrain a smile. She knew that behavior from many a class she'd taught to bright young people, mostly male. Baker was clearly inherently shy, and the classic word "overcompensation" explained his noisy entrance.
"Helen Sutter. And this is Jackie Secord. She found the . . . anomaly."
"Glad to meet you both."
They shook hands, and then Helen asked: "Mr. Baker—or is it Dr.?"
At the last word, A.J. gave an odd twitch—or maybe she just imagined it. "Just A.J., Dr. Sutter. I'm at the dreaded A.B.D. phase, and probably won't ever finish the dissertation if I keep this busy."
The helicopter roared back to life behind them, making Helen jump. She wasn't accustomed to helicopters as a means of transportation to a paleontological dig. She glanced back to see that after depositing three moderate-sized cases on the ground, the copter was leaving. "How did you afford that thing, anyway? And you didn't bring your team?"
"I am my team, pretty much," A.J. said matter-of-factly. "Back at the labs I can get other people and use bigger equipment, but for fieldwork I just need what I brought. As for the chopper, it's a freebie. One of Ares' backers is stinking rich and offered to let me use it when I wheedled him. I'll have to arrange different transportation out, though. He only wheedled so far."
"No problem. We can give you a ride back."
Baker smiled. "I figured. And now, I'd better go back and grab those cases."
"We'll give you a hand. You're coming to help us, after all. Are you sure you aren't going to have to charge?"
"Well, there'll be a nominal fee, to make it all official. And expenses, of course. But if it's interesting, it's worth doing for publicity and professional respect. The Ares Project can always use more."
Helen nodded. The Ares Project was an attempt to send a manned mission to Mars following the approach Robert Zubrin had called "Mars Direct." It was mostly based in private enterprise and, like any major private attempt to do something scientific that seemed to have no prospects for immediate profit, it was perennially short of funds. But it was probably even shorter of the sort of "official respect" that it needed to drum up more support and financial backing.
"I think you will be more than satisfied with the challenge and the subject matter, A.J."
When they reached the cases, Helen picked up one of them. It was startlingly heavy, but Helen set her jaw and forced herself to carry it as though it wasn't any heavier than she'd expected. She wasn't sure why. Habit, she supposed, of never showing weakness in a profession that was still mostly male-dominated.
By the time they reached the dig area, her arm felt like it was about to pull out of its socket and she was cursing her perverse pride.
Then she caught A.J. grinning at her.
"You know, I usually get help carrying that one, ma'am."
"Then why didn't you offer any, you twit?" Joe demanded.
"She seemed to want to handle it. Who am I to tell her otherwise?"
With a groan of relief Helen put the case down. "Just what is in there?"
"Fuel-cell generator. Some of the gadgets I'm going to use need some pretty high-power juice, and I knew this dig wasn't exactly going to have electric outlets handy. Now, you just give me some peace and quiet to set up and test some stuff, and I'll be able to get started."
Helen indicated a tarp and field tent nearby. "We set one up for you near the site. You'll need us to show you what to do, right?"
"Certainly. I'm no paleontologist. I need to see what you need done, and you'll probably have to give me feedback on the data, so I can refine it to what you really need."
Helen caught a faint glint of color from behind the mirrored glasses as he entered the darker area of the tent. She realized that A.J. must be using a VRD or projective display on or from his glasses.
"I'll give you
Helen couldn't restrain a smile. She knew that behavior from many a class she'd taught to bright young people, mostly male. Baker was clearly inherently shy, and the classic word "overcompensation" explained his noisy entrance.
"Helen Sutter. And this is Jackie Secord. She found the . . . anomaly."
"Glad to meet you both."
They shook hands, and then Helen asked: "Mr. Baker—or is it Dr.?"
At the last word, A.J. gave an odd twitch—or maybe she just imagined it. "Just A.J., Dr. Sutter. I'm at the dreaded A.B.D. phase, and probably won't ever finish the dissertation if I keep this busy."
The helicopter roared back to life behind them, making Helen jump. She wasn't accustomed to helicopters as a means of transportation to a paleontological dig. She glanced back to see that after depositing three moderate-sized cases on the ground, the copter was leaving. "How did you afford that thing, anyway? And you didn't bring your team?"
"I am my team, pretty much," A.J. said matter-of-factly. "Back at the labs I can get other people and use bigger equipment, but for fieldwork I just need what I brought. As for the chopper, it's a freebie. One of Ares' backers is stinking rich and offered to let me use it when I wheedled him. I'll have to arrange different transportation out, though. He only wheedled so far."
"No problem. We can give you a ride back."
Baker smiled. "I figured. And now, I'd better go back and grab those cases."
"We'll give you a hand. You're coming to help us, after all. Are you sure you aren't going to have to charge?"
"Well, there'll be a nominal fee, to make it all official. And expenses, of course. But if it's interesting, it's worth doing for publicity and professional respect. The Ares Project can always use more."
Helen nodded. The Ares Project was an attempt to send a manned mission to Mars following the approach Robert Zubrin had called "Mars Direct." It was mostly based in private enterprise and, like any major private attempt to do something scientific that seemed to have no prospects for immediate profit, it was perennially short of funds. But it was probably even shorter of the sort of "official respect" that it needed to drum up more support and financial backing.
"I think you will be more than satisfied with the challenge and the subject matter, A.J."
When they reached the cases, Helen picked up one of them. It was startlingly heavy, but Helen set her jaw and forced herself to carry it as though it wasn't any heavier than she'd expected. She wasn't sure why. Habit, she supposed, of never showing weakness in a profession that was still mostly male-dominated.
By the time they reached the dig area, her arm felt like it was about to pull out of its socket and she was cursing her perverse pride.
Then she caught A.J. grinning at her.
"You know, I usually get help carrying that one, ma'am."
"Then why didn't you offer any, you twit?" Joe demanded.
"She seemed to want to handle it. Who am I to tell her otherwise?"
With a groan of relief Helen put the case down. "Just what is in there?"
"Fuel-cell generator. Some of the gadgets I'm going to use need some pretty high-power juice, and I knew this dig wasn't exactly going to have electric outlets handy. Now, you just give me some peace and quiet to set up and test some stuff, and I'll be able to get started."
Helen indicated a tarp and field tent nearby. "We set one up for you near the site. You'll need us to show you what to do, right?"
"Certainly. I'm no paleontologist. I need to see what you need done, and you'll probably have to give me feedback on the data, so I can refine it to what you really need."
Helen caught a faint glint of color from behind the mirrored glasses as he entered the darker area of the tent. She realized that A.J. must be using a VRD or projective display on or from his glasses.
"I'll give you
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