#80: Just as she was nearing the end of the row of crates, the top of the one she stepped on gave way and she disappeared from view.

#79: “Why are all those numbers suddenly going up?”

#78: “I’m not promising anything,” Del said. “But you wanted my expert opinion and that’s it.”

77: “We have our own version of it here,” he said. “The Venusian Martian Freestyle.”

#76: “This looks like the right place.”

#75: “Nope. Standard air’s a good lift gas here, but it only supplements the lift from the engines.”

#74: Where she would normally expect to see a panel for a sensor suite for biometric verification, someone had attached a numeric keypad.

73: “I’m good.” She hastily took Cawey’s arm. “Where are we headed?”

#72: “No, thank you,” Caweys told him before Del could reply.

71: “Nothing in here,” Caweys said, “The real interesting ones are farther back.”