“Ms. Mortimer can…” she started, sighing. She was frustrated with the old woman at the moment. Especially when it came to Roger calling. Had he not proved himself enough that she could let him come in without Bea having to deal with the complaining from her for days after. “It'll be fine. We'll just leave the door open if we need to. It isn't like we're going to be up to anything compromising.” This was stated factually,  not like she thought the idea silly. Just that they wouldn’t be doing anything but working.

After another hour or so of looking, and Bea chatting on about her theories of who the letter could have come through, she decided that they probably had all they needed for now abs began to gather up the piles together to head back to get rooms where they could work in a bit more comfort. 

“Hopefully,” she started, packing all the loose papers up into one of her school bags, leaving the folders and anything self contained for Roger to deal with. “Everyone will be out of the house and Ms. Mortimer will be taking an afternoon nap so we can get you up without too much drama.”

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Rebeca watched the exchange and raised a eyebrow up at Frederick's attitude. He had on occasion been rather...sexist with her. She was used to it, used to being treated like she was nothing more than a pretty face and had no brains in her head. But that never made it alright.  And it certainly didn’t make it alright when he was rude to Estella. She had only been trying to help, nothing more. And it was something that she didn’t have to do at all.

“Come on,” she said to Estella with a sigh, taking the other girl by the elbow and bringing her swiftly out of the engine room. Once they were out of earshot she slowed a little and let go of her elbow. “I'm sorry for the way he acted,” she said with a sigh. “He's not normally so...pigish. His eyes might linger, but he typically keeps his trap shut.”

She lead her along to the bridge, instead of out of the ship. “Just gotta take a quick detour,” she said by way of explanation. When she made it there, she stuck her head in and took a look around before heading in. “Ah glad you're here, Daddy,” she said to tall man who looked rather like her. 

He turned to her, having obviously just gotten in.  He looked confused as he looked from her to Estella behind her. But he didn't say anything right away. 

“This is Captain Axford,” Rebeca said to Estella. Just in case the girl needed to see her father again. Their mechanic might not stay, but her father would die on the [i]Valkyrie[/i]. She flounced over to him and had a quickly whispered conversation with him.

He looked between his daughter and Estella before nodding his head in agreement. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his billfold. He pulled out a few bills and handed them over to Rebeca, who came back over to Estella, giving her the cash. 

“A tip,” she said with a sweet smile. “For dealing with...you know, that.”