At least I can video the newbies.

Standing at the inner wall of the Base, Benedicta Rojas pointed the phone at the person-sized umbilical extending from the rover. The shape advancing through the umbilical emerged as an olive-skinned human with a mop of steel-gray ringlets. . . .

Erentos Godoy, the richest of Earth’s rich, looked Benedicta up and down. “Short. Brown. Old. You must be Sister Benedicta.”

Benedicta kept a smile on her face. “I’m just Bennie Rojas.”