Beatrix was deep into work, peering through her glasses and matching up records with boxes and pulling out things that caught her eye as she went. She already had a nice pile of things set up on a desk. There was just so much paperwork. So much research. A man's entire life was stored away in boxes in front of her. How was she to go through all of this and find just what it was that that she needed? And how was she to go through it without crying thinking of her father?

She jumped a little at his knock, spinning on her heel with her hand over her suddenly fast beating heart. But Roger’s voice came through to her and calmed her down. Her heart was still thudding against her ribs, but she knew she had nothing to fear with him there. She placed the papers she was holding down, pushing her glasses up into her hair which was now in a state of disarray as she came over to open the door for him. 

“Ah refreshments,” she smiled, reaching to take the drinks from him at least so he didn't have to balance them quite so awkwardly anymore. She stepped back and gestured him in.  Once he was in she closed and locked the door again, taking the drinks over to put on the desk next to the pile of papers.

“Don't mind the mess,” she said, perching herself on the edge of the desk, letting out a deep sigh. “There is just ever so much to go through.”


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Rebeca hadn't been watching too terribly long, but she saw enough. The girl caressed the ship like her father did when he thought no one was looking. It was sweet she thought, and she smiled at her when she noticed her there.

She pushed off the door frame as Estella approached, brushing down the front of her simple cotton skirt as she did so. She didn't mind at all how the other girl was dressed, it didn't make any difference to her. She smiled at her more when she spoke, chuckling at the butchering of her family name. She could tell by her accent that English was not her first language, even though she spoke it wonderfully. 

“It's Ax[i]ford[/i],” she corrected gently. “And he's a little engaged at the moment but I can help you take it down to our mechanic.” The girl held her hands out as an offer to take the box from her since she'd lugged it all the way here. “The p ways can be a little tight in spots if you don't know then well.”