Roger nodded and completed his sandwich. He put the wrapper into the brown back and snatching Bea's, placed it in as well. Wiping his hands on his pants, he looked at the mess. "That might be a good idea." He looked her way. "Though I doubt Ms. Mortimer will be appreciative of me stopping by and her lounge isn't the best place to look at something like this." He gave her a smile. "But doesn't mean we can't do a lot of searching before hand. That way when you do head back, you'll have a lot to work through." He looked at the mess again.  Picking up the envelope that had brought Bea's father's last note he studied the handwriting so he could remember it when he looked. He set it back down. "So, what would you like me to do?" 

Going through papers might seem very tedious to some, but Roger didn't mind. He was enjoying the company. He sat on the ground going through a box listening to Bea talk. She was a very brilliant young woman - when she wasn't scatterbrained. He smiled. She did enough talking for both of them which he didn't mind. He enjoyed hearing her talk about whatever was on her mind at the moment. Of course, right now a lot of it revolved around her father and this mystery. 

He genuinely hoped they could find the research her father had done. Not so much for the world - they didn't really need it. Oh, they wanted it but he wasn't doing this for them. No, he knew that if they found the Professor's research than that might give additional closure for Bea. Re-connect her with her father. And that alone was worth it. It was just a shame that they had some unknown enemy to worry about. Realizing he was crumpling a paper, he loosened his grip and set it aside. Nothing was going to happen to her - not if he had anything to say about it. She didn't have anyone else. And even if she did, he was her friend and woe to anyone who hurt her.
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Estella felt a bit of relief as she entered the engine room. Setting the box down she crossed her arms, rubbing them slightly. She looked around in awe at the engine. It was magnificent. Beautiful. Amazing. The sound of heavy footsteps caused her to look away. She stepped aside as a man entered. She almost corrected him when he called her a lad but he did it himself. Then he turned and looked at the parts. Estella shrugged. She was used to people thinking she was male - at least at first glance. What annoyed her was when they didn't realize it after the second. It wasn't like her hair was short or her face was masculine. Trousers or not, she was obviously female and though she might not have - as her mother put it - been endowed like Rachel of old - she still caught a man's eye occasionally - which wasn't always good. 

She glanced at the mechanic a moment seeing if he had any issues with the order. It was exact but she knew if someone dropped off a box, she'd would go through it to make sure everything was there. It wasn't always "complete" as it should be. While she waited slightly, she heard a very slight irregulation in the engine's sound. Frowning she walked over to it and placed her ear next to it. It was faint but she heard it. She always did have a good ear. 

"What are you doing?" The mechanic asked glaring at her. He paused and glanced toward Rebekah as if remembering she was there. "Shouldn't you be on your way?" He asked a bit more politely.

"You're engine's off." Estella replied. "You have something loose in the..." she paused frowning as her brain searched for the correct English translation. The mechanic raised his eyebrow mockingly. Ignoring him, Estella found the word. She then mentioned it. It was a spot that wasn't easy to get too but was critical in take off and landing. "If you don't fix it, you'll have issues with your takeoff."

The mechanic gave her a look. "How would you know?" He scoffed. He looked her over. "What do you know? You're just a..." he paused. He was about to say girl but he didn't want to come off sexist while Rebekah stood there. "a delivery girl." He paused and listened again. It wasn't audible - the only reason Estella picked it up was because she had extremely well hearing. He shook his head. "No." He gave her a condescending smile. "Leave the mechanic work to the experts, lass." 

Estella kept the annoyance off her face. It wouldn't cause any major issues. The airship wouldn't get very high and it wouldn't crash otherwise she would have argued it more. But she wasn't the mechanic. It wasn't her ship. Though, the damage it was going to cost irritated her. Shrugging, she headed toward the door. "Just saying, I doubt you'll get five feet off the ground without an issue." She glanced at Rebekah briefly before heading out the door. She paused. "Uh, how do I get out again?"

The mechanic snorted. He turned away muttering something about incompetent delivery kids who think they knew everything. Remembering his manners he turned back. "Miss Rebekah."