James Rodriguez

Before I could respond, David Smith pushed forward, practically vibrating with enthusiasm.

Sunburned face, dirt under his fingernails.

Despite the early hour.

James, fantastic to meet you.

His handshake pumped twice too many times.

I've been studying satellite imagery of the island's vegetation zones.

The isolation from other land masses suggests potential for endemic species development.

Could be dozens of undocumented plants with unique chemical properties.

He hasn't stopped talking about plants since we arrived, Emily said, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly.

David grinned, unembarrassed.

We're talking potential breakthrough compounds anti-inflammatory, antimicrobial, maybe even neurological applications.

Virgin ecosystems are pharmaceutical gold mines.

Wilson cleared his throat pointedly.

Time for detailed discussions on the flight.

Rodriguez needs to check your equipment lists.

Sarah Williams approached next.

Her movements precise and economical.

She carried herself with a controlled posture of someone accustomed to balancing on both decks.

Her handshake was brief.

Professional marine samples are my priority, she said, particularly interested in the coral formations visible in the satellite imagery.