Roger paused. He didn't really want to go but at the same time, he knew that one could never tell with the captain if he was going to take off or stick around. And though they probably could find other passage, but Roger knew this captain would give them a fair price - one that would probably be below the going rate. Not that he would ask. No. He really wanted to use this captain because he knew him. He was a fair man and a friend. And if whenever he could, Roger helped out his friends. Not to mention, the man really didn't have a large crew so there wasn't any concern about male crew members giving Bea a hard time. Some of the other passenger airships didn't have the best of crews. But not this man. It was just him, his daughter, and a very gentle old mechanic. 

He didn't have to make the decision. "What is he doing here?" Ms. Mortimer's voice cut in. She entered the kitchen and glared at Roger as if he was the spawn of the devil. She pointed a finger at him. "What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"I came to help, Be...Ms. Brown, out, Ma'am." He said holding his hat politely in front of him. "We've stayed out here the whole time." 

She narrowed her eyes and then turned her irr on Bea. "What were you thinking bringing him in here without permission? You know better!" She would have continued but Roger spoke up again.

"I offered to help her, Ma'am." It was the truth and she didn't like him anyway so he didn't mind her wrath coming down on him.

"Humph. It's unsubtle for a [i]young man[/i] to be left alone with a young lady." Ms. Mortimer pointed her nose toward the door, dismissing him. "Now, leave."
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The mechanic kept the grin off his face. He didn't want them to realize how happy she was doing this and not him. Writing down the part needed - no way the airhead female would even remember the name of it, let alone what it was - he gave Rebecca the piece of paper. "He'll know what it is, Miss." He said politely. He watched her leave before turning, finally alone. He scowled at the engine. Cursing under his breath at getting yelled at, not to mention having to get back and work in an area that wasn't the easiest access, he sighed wishing that he had an underling to punish.
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"Aye, Captain Axford's ship?" Rufus grinned, showing several missing teeth. His shop was a mess of parts and sounds. But Estella was nowhere to be seen. A door behind the counter was partially open revealing an empty room with a fold up bed and a desk of junk in different piles. "Yeah, Estella said ye might be comin' in 'ere." He walked toward a row of shelves on the wall, also behind the counter. "'his 'ere part is what ye needed." He came and set it down. "Paid fer a'ready." He gave the pretty young woman a grin. Though she seemed very out of place in his junk shop. 

He frowned as if remembering something. "Oh an' she said ye might be needing a few other parts. Somethin' about possibly secondary damage." He frowned. "Though, why ye didn't ask fer the parts in the first place was beyon' me." He held up his hands. "Not that Ise judgin'. And don' blame 'er either." He looked at her. "Ye have a list?" 

Apparently she didn't and seemed a bit surprised at the fact that she would be needing additional parts. "Yer mechanic did't send ye with a list?" Rufus shook his head. Wasn't his place to judge but seemed like a waste of time. First order some parts but not everything. Then send a pretty girl to get one part and not anything else. He quickly shot her a look. "Ye a'int the mechanic are ye?" That would have been bad. Though if she was, she was a bad one at that.