The rest of their breakfast was less outwardly awkward. Or at least Bea kept herself from saying anything too foolish. But she couldn't stop herself from thinking about where her mind had wandered. She did well in keeping it in check, but she kept finding herself looking at him just the slightest bit differently. Hopefully, it would pass by the time they were on the way back to the airship. 

By the time they were finished eating and had returned back to the ship, both Rebeca and Will were standing on the outside deck, both of them smoking cigarettes as they talked to each other. It was very clear from the way they stood and their movements that they were related to one another. It was also very clear that they were both agitated by something. 

“That does not look promising,” Bea said to Roger as they approached and made their way up.

When Rebeca noticed them, she nudged her father's shoulder for him to turn. He promptly put out what was left of his cigarette and turned fully to the pair.

“Well, bad news,” he said solemnly, though the anger was clear in his tone as well. It was looking very likely that someone was likely to get yelled at today.