Roger stayed out of the slight discussion though he could hear them from down the hall. He probably should go but it seemed like Beatrix was going to come with him, so he waited. He didn't like to cause issue. Ms. Mortimer undoubtedly meant well - even if she was a bit biased against men. He briefly wondered what might have happened to get her so antagonistic against men in general. But it wasn't his business and he was anything but prying. He wouldn't butt his nose in anyone's business unless absolutely necessary. Still, from an outsider's perspective, there had to be something to cause this. It was more than concern about Beatrix's safety.

He acted nonchalant as they came back into the room. "She'll be home at a reasonable hour, Ms. Mortimer," he promised. He nodded and heading toward the door and opened it for Bea. He smiled at the older woman once more, politely and kindly though she only glared in response.

Muttering something about crazy youth and unscrupulous young men, she glared at Bea. "Dinner is in one hour, Ms. Brown." She narrowed her eyes. She didn't go out and say it but she implied that she wanted the young woman there. 

Roger followed Bea out the door. Putting on his hat he refrained from saying anything as they headed down the street toward the docks. He listened to her, letting her get any frustration out. Personally, he didn't care how Ms. Mortimer saw him. It did get frustrating a bit but he could deal with it. In a way they both had Bea's reputation and interest at heart.

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The tavern was starting to fill up. A woman dressed a bit immodestly played the piano in the corner as several others went around serving. A couple people glanced Rebeca's way as she entered, then they quickly looked back again. The clientele of the establishment were more blue collar: dock workers, laborers, mine workers, and the like. And a woman like Rebeca brought many looks. One man rose and hiking up his pants came over. "Lookin' for someone darlin'?" He inquired.

"Oh off 'er, John." One of the server girls said, pausing from heading to a table. "She a'int your type." She then continued on not bothering to interfere. 

In the corner table, Estella's nimble hands worked as she repaired the broken watch. Tiny pieces lay on the table around her as about half a dozen other tinkerers and onlookers watched over her shoulder. "There you go." She straightened as she put the cover back on. She turned and handed the watch to one of the onlookers. "Good as new." She smiled, her eyes drifting over the room. They flickered slightly upon seeing Rebeca. Wasn't the girl from that ship? What was she doing here? Estella frowned as one of the locals moved in on the woman. "Excuse me." She brushed through the tinkerers and made her way toward the other girl.

"Seein' anyone?" John asked grinning at Rebeca.

"There you are." Estella cut in. "I thought you were going to stay with the ship?" She smiled at the larger man. "Thanks for welcoming her, John. And for keeping the other guys off. You know how they can get." She steered Rebeca away before he could even respond. She looked at the other woman. "He means well but he just got off a long tour over the Atlantic. No women." She said leading Rebeca to the bar. She didn't ask why Rebeca was here. She had a guess it had to do with her. She hoped the young woman wasn't here to argue about her buying the part.