Roger gratefully let Bea take the drinks. He stepped in as she closed the door behind him. He looked around. It was apparent that she had been sifting through a lot of stuff. He could see stacks here and there, opened boxes and papers - more papers than one would expect. Who knew all those boxes had so much papers in them. He glanced over at Beatrix. He smiled to give her a bit of comfort. "Don't worry. We'll be able to get through it all. But first," he held up the bag. "You should eat." He smiled and handed her one of the wrapped sandwiches. "You can't do much on an empty stomach." He took the other sandwich and glanced around. There was a chair, but he left it for Bea. Spotting a pallet he made his way over to it, stepping over a couple boxes as he went. Sitting down and saying the blessing he looked over at Bea. "How did the examinations go?"

He hadn't seen her nearly all week. He had been busy with the [i]Allure[/i] in town. Thankfully, they only had to break up a couple fights, escort a couple drunken crewmen off premises and otherwise keep the peace. But that was done now. He was free. He leaned back and listened to her talk about her finals. Some men might feel a bit intimidated by smart females. A lot of people thought that females should stick to "women" things and leave the questions of science to men. But Roger didn't care. He wasn't intimidated by Bea's intelligence. He was actually proud of her and he knew her father would be as well. 

When the conversation moved back to the task at hand, he looked back at the papers. "So find anything that might give you a clue to who sent the letter for your father or anything in his notes regarding this research?" He doubted there was any notes specific. If there had been, it no doubt would have been looked through. Besides, why would Doctor Brown take the time to send a cryptic note with a partial map if he had additional information for them to easily find. The professor was smart. If he left clues, it would take some digging. Thankfully, there was two of them and Roger had all the time in the world. Well...until he ran out of rent money but he wasn't concerned.
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Axford. Axford. Estella mentally tucked the name in her mind in case she would need to remember it again. She smiled and shifted the box slightly away from the woman. "Thank you. Lead the way." She didn't hand over the box. Having worked among men so long she was used to doing things herself - and in some rarities having to prove herself. Not that she was doing that here. No it was more her job. Besides, she would feel strange letting someone else carry it leaving her to do nothing. She was a bit practical. Not to mention, this gave her an excuse to see the inside of the ship. Not that she would admit that. She hefted the box up, ignoring her arms. It wouldn't be that much longer anyway.

She followed the young woman into the airship. Estella had been on a few airships before. It was a major way of travel and she had worked on one for a short stint. But cruise airships or even freight airships like the [i]Allure[/i] had been a lot larger. This one was nice sized for an airship but small comparatively. It had also been built to maximize space. As she made it past another very tight corner, Estella was glad the woman was taking it slow. She had been right that some of the spots were a bit tight. On her own, Estella would have been fine but with a box of parts, that were threatening to slip was a bit more tricky.

Using another tight spot as an excuse, Estella got a better grip. She was inherently lost now. She was never good with directions inside a building or airship. She was just glad her chauffeur knew the way. She was a bit focused she missed the words directed to her. "Sorry, what?"