 What was the indication in the passage to show that Starre was aware of Parker's newfound love for her?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Summer 1945. Queazy, my boy, can you imagine it? "She checks down to the last dimension," Bob chortled, working with slide-rule and logarithm tables. "Now all we have to do is find out if she's made of tungsten, iron, quartz crystals, and cinnabar! While Queazy—so called because his full name was Quentin Zuyler—dropped the ship straight down to the smooth surface of the asteroid, and clamped it tight with magnetic grapples, Bob flung open the lazarette, brought out two space-suits. Moments later, they were outside the ship, with star-powdered infinity spread to all sides. The ethergram read: Received your advertising literature a week ago. Bob Parker had received that ethergram three weeks ago. And yet, if by some chance there was such a rigidly specified asteroid, their financial worries would be over. Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits. Now they scuffed along the smooth-plane topside of the asteroid, the magnets in their shoes keeping them from stepping off into space. By the naked eye, they could see iron ore, quartz crystals, cinnabar, but he had the spectroscope and there was no reason why he shouldn't use it. He satisfied himself as to the exterior of the asteroid, and then sent the twin beams deep into its heart. The radiations from the sundered molecules traveled back up the beams to the atomic-whirl spectroscope. Bob twisted his head around as far as he could inside the "aquarium"—the glass helmet, and found himself looking at a space-suited girl who was standing on the edge of the asteroid "below." He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they hadn't yet examined. I'm sure you don't understand the conditions—" The girl turned and drew a gun from a holster. About twenty steps away was her small dumbbell-shaped ship, so shiny and unscarred that it reflected starlight in highlights from its curved surface. You've taken a whim to stay on an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. The girl holstered her spasticizer, but her completely inhospitable expression did not change.
 His affection while teaching her about the mechanics of the hauler.
 His decision to not deliver the asteroid to her grandfather for the wedding.  His protectiveness over her towards Queazy.  His determination to help her stop the wedding to Mac.  His affection while teaching her about the mechanics of the hauler.