Beatrix hummed in thought some, lips pursed a bit for just a moment.  “I do have his old papers, but they're packed up for the time being.” She had kept everything she'd thought of either educational value or of personal value for her. She had to cling to every little thing she could of her father because Roger was all that she had left of a living reminder of him now. And besides, her father had been a very bright man. Even if she couldn't use his work, someone could eventually. He [i]had [/i] done important work regardless of what his peers had thought. 

But he certainly had a point, that it could be from one of the few friends that her father had retained after his public withdrawal. Maybe someone he'd not openly associated with for a very long time that he still trusted greatly. And maybe that was why it had been distant but familiar to her. She would have to look through her father's papers then, all of them. No doubt about that. 

“You are working late tonight aren't you?” she asked, looking up at him.  “Because I really should be doing revisions for my exams but I am anxious to figure this out  as well. It would go faster if you could help.” But it would be just her luck that he'd be working late like he often did. “Not of course that Ms. Mortimer will be happy with me being out with you too late. But this is more important than her sensibilities.” And if she was going to be a pain about it, Bea might just tell her where she could shove that complaint. 


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[I]Aboard the Valkyrie[/i]

Things had looked good enough that Will has determined that they could travel on their own, look for a new mechanic in the next port stop. He was feeling restless, he needed to go. And since he had no immediate work, he figured they could take to the sky and go seek work elsewhere. He'd been entrusted to do basically whatever he wanted with the [i]Valkyrie[/i]. As long as he was making money for everyone, and not ruining anyone's good name, it didn't matter much how he did it or what he did. 

So they sailed on, using the air currents to make their trip easy and eventually they made their way to the British Isles. They took port again and Will set Rebeca out to get the word out about their open position. He found that it was easier for her to catch people's interest. Between getting men's attention and making any women feel at better ease with her, she just had a way to make people like her within moments of meeting her. She stood a much better chance of finding someone. And then it was just to wait.