Rip raised an eyebrow at the dismissal of "treasure." Well, if the girl didn't want to share in whatever wealth lay below, she didn't have to.
It would be a good idea to get a sense of how nasty a foe they were facing down there, though. He took a moment to count the number of dead bodies, or pieces, scattered around the cave lion's den. (Well, actually, he counted the number of leg bones and divided by two.) When he was done, he grunted respectfully. This kitty had obviously been eating pretty well.
"Looks like the carnage here can account for at least half of the missing crew of the Queen A," he remarked to Thurston. "Probably more if you figure there were some that the lion just ate outright. They don't all look like the lion got them, though. Some of the bones are scorched, others are shot, others are stabbed with pointy things. The lion had lots of help."
"RAAAWWWK," the parrot mused around his cigar. "Sure you don't want to just go knock over a liquor store or something?"