Beatrix gave Ms. Mortimer a little shrug as she buttoned up her coat. "Dully noted," she said simply. She knew that she wanted her home, but she wasn't certain that she'd be coming back until after the dinner hour was over or not, so she didn't say one way or the other. 

She was surprisingly quiet for her, mostly fuming in silence as they walked. There was no point in raging about someone who was truly only trying to look out for her well being. If she wasn't so ridiculous about everything, Bea wouldn't mind so much. Especially with Roger. He'd proven he was a gentleman, that he also only looked out for Bea's well being and that he wasn't after anything immodest with her. 

"I'm sorry you had to hear that," she said after a few moments. "I shouldn't have reacted like that."

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Rebeca was not at all surprised by the reaction she git when she came into the tavern. That was rather common. She was pretty enough to turn the eye of a few men, buy add in her red hair and suddenly she was very desirable to many. She smiled sweetly at the man who was the quickest to approach her. "Of course I am," she laughed, waving a little at the waitress who did little to discourage her would be suitor.

Before she could answer further, Estella was there, butting in. She waved at John as she was steered away, laughing a little bit. That she wasn't surprised to see her didn't escape Rebeca any. "I'm used to it," she smiled. "He was at least relatively nice about it. I mean, he kept his hands to himself, that's better than a lot of men, sadly."

She assumed that they'd be there long enough to have a drink. So when they were at the bar, she got the barkeep attention and order herself a mug of ale.