America Salazar : Thread 1 : Man O' War
America was the most junior scientist on the boat, and the freshly-minted doctor knew that her opinion wouldn't carry much weight among her distinguished fellows yet. In fact, her position clearly came with the expectation that she was (still) in charge of the vital core task of getting the coffee. So for the most part, she'd been quietly taking notes - but that wasn't helping the team forward. So at the risk of injecting yet more gas into the discussion, she finally spoke up properly.
"Why don't we try talking to them?" she asked, hoping that the inane suggestion would get everyone to shut up for a moment. "Okay, so listen. Me and some friends mayyy have cracked a little of Tursiops' verbal communication in the line of work - we're holding off on publishing until we have more to show. At least enough to say hello." She looked around, talking quickly. "Did someone assign an aircraft to this mission? The first thing I want to do is drop a sonar buoy just within the Zone to find our finny friends and maybe draw them into vocal range. Once that's done, I want to whistle to them, tell them 'buenas tardes', and see if I can establish communication." The vocal range of a whistle over water carried well over a mile, fortunately.
America figured she could just strip down to her bikini, jump in the water and say hi, but she didn't want to be so overtly supernatural that she was swimming the North Atlantic yet. And if things got nasty, she'd prefer not to be attacked by a big honking humpback. So instead, she went ahead with trying to bullshit the other brains she was working with.
Tursiops, of course, is the genus name for the bottlenose dolphin.