When he spoke to her again she finally heard him and looked I'll. "Hmmm?" She asked, looking rather confused for a moment. What was he going on about? Oh, the letter. She put her spoon down along with the papers she'd been reading and took the letter from him. She read it over a few times, he brow crinkled on more as her confusion grew. Randolph. Randolph. And that little BTX down there as well. That was surely no accident. It meant something. But what?

"This..." she started, looking up, looking down, shaking her head slightly. "This looks like the script from the package. And I do remember a Randolph. Vaguely." She handed it back to him, looking thoughtful. 

"I swear I've seen that little marker before too," she murmured, flipping through her notes and her father’s in no clear order. "Somewhere..."

After a moment she looked up and asked, “Do you have the envelop for that? With the address?”

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Will did not look impressed by that idea either, but he was willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt instead of firing him right on the spot. So instead he reached for a phone like device and called up to the bridge to talk to his daughter. 

“Can you come down to the engine room?” he asked.

“Why?” she questioned, unsure what he needed her down there for.

“Just come, Becs,” he sighed, hanging up before she could argue with him anymore. “We’ll have a chat with Rebeca to see what happened,” he explained to Fredrick. He didn’t say much after that and just waited for his daughter to join them.

It was only a few minutes before she was standing in the door way, looking a little flush and slightly out of breath from having hurried so to get there. “What’s the emergency?” 

“When you were in here with the girl before, did she touch anything?”

Rebeca looked to the mechanic and saw his expression. He was trying to transfer the blame. “No,” she said a little smugly. “Not at all. We were in here a whole minute before he came in and she didn’t do anything but put the box down before then.”