Roger was grateful for that but it didn't set his fears to ease. Just because nothing out of the ordinary had happened, didn't mean she still wasn't being watched. He hoped though that since it had been a year that whoever was involved in her father's murder wasn't to interested in her at the moment. Though, he was sure that if she moved or went somewhere, that would undoubtedly raise questions. Especially, if it was sudden. Thankfully for them, it was summer time and that was a perfect time to go somewhere without raising to many questions.

But then again, she did visit her the room where her father's stuff was stored. Would that raise an alarm? A bit annoyed at himself for letting his mind start worrying, he pushed the thoughts back. He would stay vigilant but worrying wasn't going to help anyone. In fact, it would just make things worse. Not to mention, IF they were being watched, freaking out and acting paranoid might actually give them away to the fact that they knew what had happened. And that could raise even more concerns.

They reached the boarding house. Roger stepped aside so Bea could unlock the door. Ms. Mortimer never left the door unlocked. [i]This is a home of young ladies. Who knows what ruffians might try to come in and take advantage of one of you.[/i] And of course by ruffians, she undoubtedly meant anyone of the male gender. Roger wondered if she had always been like this or if some guy had really hurt her. He guessed the latter as something like that wasn't just innate. But at least she wasn't overly hostile... mostly.

He helped Bea spread the papers on the table and then start going over them closely. He was looking for anything that might resemble the handwriting found on the envelope. "Did your father have any friends that he hadn't seen in a long time?" He asked. Though he had worked with Doctor Brown for some time, he really didn't know a lot about the man's past. It wasn't something that was discussed. Though he had always been warmly welcomed, he wasn't privy to something like that.
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Estella resisted a sigh. This woman was making way to much of an issue out of this. Seriously. She had endured worse. But then again, she found that sometimes some people felt guilty or bad for what others did. Then of course they'd try to make it up. She wasn't ungrateful - no. She just didn't like handouts - no matter what you called them. Her mother's words echoed in the back of her mind. [i]It's not always about pity. Sometimes people want to just be nice and give you something. It'd be prideful to refuse them.[/i] She inwardly sighed. Fine. But that didn't mean she'd keep it. She accepted the money with a smile. "Alright. Thank you. Though," she wanted to make sure it was clear. "For the delivery. Not for the any consultation advice." Her next smile was a genuine. "That's free."

She wasn't the type to let something keep her down. Oh she got down, but rarely when she was with people. She was great at compartmentalizing. But then again, humor was always a great way to cope with life. 

Pocketing the tip, Estella nodded her thanks to the Captain. She then followed the young woman back out of the bridge.