Estella was a bit surprised at the comment. True, her brothers could be so frustratingly annoying. But they were mischpache - family. They teased and tortured her endlessly but they had her back if an outsider tried to mess with her. Being the youngest of six, in some ways she had been protected, nurtured. She was her mother's Bubbala - or at least until she left. Thankfully, the arrival at the airship and the mechanic coming down, hid the sadness...and loneliness she felt. Looking back, she would have made the same decision but still... She locked the thoughts and feelings aside, making sure to keep it off her face. 

"Ms. Axford," though respectful it was very borderline, almost strained politeness. "I thought something might have happened to you. Did you find your way alright?"

Estella did not like the man. He was arrogant and rude. She easily picked up the condescending remark and insult in the man's words. She wanted to plant her fist in his face but she refrained. The advantage of having five older brothers was she did know how to fight. That brought a small smile to her lips. Yes, she felt she had a good childhood. She was sorry that Rebeca's father didn't seem to have the same feelings - as indicated in the brief statement earlier. Siblings were a blessing - though difficult to handle at times. She couldn't imagine growing an only child. 

The mechanic's eyes narrowed seeing Estella. He was obviously NOT pleased to see her. "What are you doing here?" He asked, almost demanding. Seeing the box with the part in her arms he yanked away. "Thank you but your services are no longer needed." He turned almost dismissively. "You probably should go see your father, Ms. Axford." He headed into the ship, the words coming over his shoulder. "You've been gone for quiet some time. He is [i]undoubtedly[/i] worried." Not that the man seemed to care.

Estella blew out, keeping herself calm. "Well," she put her thumbs in her pockets in a very unladylike gesture. "He's a pleasant fellow." When dealing with rough circumstances people reacted different ways. Estella was used to rudeness. All her life she had faced prejudice and discrimination - and not all of it was due to how she dressed. Though Denmark was no where near anti-semantic as the rest of Europe there had been more than a fair share of incidents. Not that anyone really knew her ancestry her. Her looks fit her Danish accent and the only thing tying her to her heritage hung on a chain, tucked under her corset. But all those incidents had just taught her to laugh it off. Brush it away. There was no point letting someone's hatred or prejudice of you ruin your own outlook on life. So that's what she did. She smiled, the mechanic already being pushed to the back of her mind. She looked at Rebeca. "To answer your question - siblings can be amazing but they can also be horribly annoying." She chuckled lightly.