“How’s the weather down there?” Jeremy Howard heard Amy Jefferson’s voice in his ears accompanied by just a hint of static.
“Hot.” He chuckled. “472 degrees Celsius. Atmospheric pressure equivalent to being 900 meters under the surface of the ocean. The wind speed is 710 kilometers per hour with gusts up to 750.”
“Sounds like a wonderful vacation spot.”
“You’re welcome to come down and join me, Jefferson.”
“Not a chance, Howard. This one’s all yours.”
So far it was light banter, but Jefferson was monitoring Howard’s telemetry and she was starting to get worried.