Roger stood as Bea got up. "I have someone who might be able to take us," he said. "I'm not sure he's still in town as he likes to keep moving. He's an American with an airship. I saw his ship the other day at the docks. If he's still here, there's a good shot he will be willing to take us. And he's fairly reasonable. He won't be that expensive comparatively." At least from the couple times Roger saw, however, he wasn't concerned. The man was honorable and would give them a fair price.

"If you want, I can head over to the docks now and see if he's still there." He picked up his hat. "If he is, when would you want to leave? I'm assuming in a couple weeks right?" His face was serious but there was a bit of humor in his voice as he teased her. 

No, he understood her desire to check this out quickly. He wanted to as well. Not only was he curious as to what her father left behind, but the quicker they looked into this, the quicker they might be able to understand what those who murdered her father were really after. Understand that, and you might be able to figure out who to watch for and possibly bring them to justice. He truly hoped that would be the case. Bea deserved closure on this. The whole fact that Professor Brown's death had been murder and not something natural probably made the anniversary more difficult for her. He couldn't imagine what she felt or thought. Sure his father died when he was young but he wasn't murdered. And something like that no doubt made it even harder. Especially as they were still lose and posing a threat to her. Not that he would let anything happen to her. Not while he was there.
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He nodded, just ready for this to be over with. They didn't understand. He did what any mechanic would do. No self-respecting mechanic would waste a ton of time looking at every little thing some delivery [i]girl[/i] pointed out. She must have gotten lucky. There was no way she could have figured that out. Unless she was responsible. But he wasn't going to push that. No. They wouldn't believe him and the Captain's daughter didn't seem to fond of the fact. She had acted as if this had been a personal assault on her own integrity. Like he would be foolish enough to do that.

So instead, he nodded, humbly - or as humble as he could make himself look. "Yes, Captain. I'll replace it and then do a full investigation of the engine room to make sure we are good to take off." blah, blah, blah. He'd look but probably not do to deep of an 'investigation'. There was no point. He knew what the issue was, now, and would fix it. But, he'd say what he needed to say. As much as the Captain needed [i]him[/i], captains were a bit prideful. If you didn't kiss up to them, they might get offended and not listen to reason. He had seen it many a time. Sometimes you even had to take the fault (or blame the fault on some subordinate) despite the fact it was no one's fault - or it was the captain's fault. 

"Unless you needing anything further, I'll get on it right away, Sir," he said. Hopefully that would end this conversation. He'd fix the engine and they'd be good. In a few days it will be quickly forgotten, almost as if this never happened. Though, he kept the frown he felt from his face. That meant he now had to get a new part. Ugh. He was going to have to face that little tramp and have her rub it in his face that he needed the part - despite the fact, there was no feasible way it should have broken. Well, technically he could find another part store. How difficult would it be to find that particular part here? Especially as this was London. Another idea came to him. "Sir, it would be quicker if someone ran out and picked up the part while I start taking apart the engine to get to the broken one. Otherwise, we won't be able to take off until later this evening, if not tomorrow." Maybe if the daughter went, then he wouldn't have to trek around town looking for another part store.