She stuck her tongue out at his reprimanding of her not eating. He was always on her about not eating. But how could she stop to eat when there was so much important stuff to be doing? There was so much to go through, so much to look at. And she was supposed to just walk away from all of that for something as trivial as food?

“Ahhh,” she started, sipping at her drink so she could stall for a moment before answering. “They went alright. I’m sure I could have done better, but I passed. I know that for certain. I was a little distracted with all that is going on…” She went on rambling about certain test and certain teaches for a few moments, complaining that about some silliness or the other. 

“...Especially when I have this,” she gestured around her at her father’s things, “to be dealing with.”

She sighed at his question, finally opening the sandwich up and taking a few bites while she shrugged her shoulders some. “I’ve found some things, but nothing definitive,” she mumbled around a mouth full of food before swallowing. “It would take more in depth comparison than I’ve done so far. I was thinking of taking back the things that stuck out most to my rooms where we could look at it there.”

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“I said we’re here,” Rebeca repeated, smiling at her over her box. “Just through here. Frederick seems to have stepped out, but you could at least put the box down for now.” She stepped back into the crowded engine room, giving Estella the room to come in and deposit the box down on the cluttered work bench that ran along a portion of the wall.

The sound of heavy footsteps came up behind the girls and then the form of the mechanic appeared in the doorway. “Rebeca, luv,” he said, smiling at her first before looking to Estella in the room as well. “And my parts. Good lad...beg my pardon, lass.”

He came into the room, taking the box of parts and began to rummage through it. He started to mumble to himself and Rebeca was certain he didn't know that he was doing it.