Roger glanced over at Bea. "I'm sure it gets a bit frustrating," he said. No doubt she felt a bit confined in by Ms. Mortimer. The woman was could be a bit difficult. And that was with him not living under the same roof as her. Bea had to deal with a lot more than he did, and it probably didn't help she was the land lady.

They walked toward the docks. Airships of all shapes and sizes were parked, taking off, or landing. It was a hubbub of activity, despite the late afternoon hour. "You'll probably like the Captain." Roger spoke up as they entered the airfield. "He's a bit of a quieter individual - kind of like me." He gave her a smile. "Though probably more so. Does got a wonderlust though. American. He's got a small crew - his daughter and an older man who is their mechanic. Nice ship. A bit old but comfortable. I haven't ridden in it but I've been in it." He wanted to give her an idea of the vessel and crew before they got there.

They rounded the bend and Roger smiled seeing the airship. Good. He was still here. Roger had been a bit afraid that he had already gone. He lifted a hand in greeting at a passing acquaintance as they came up to the ship. A thin wiry man stood at the entrance glancing at a watch and looking annoyed. His eyes narrowed on them. "Can I help you?"

"I'm here to see, Captain Axford." Roger looked at the man curious. "Are you here to see him as well?"

The man smirked. "I'm the mechanic." He puffed out his chest. "Best there is out there." 

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Seeing as she still needed to wait for her order - not to mention Rebeca was undoubtedly here for her and looked like she wanted to talk here, Estella sat on the bar stool. Well - partially. She angled herself to still watch the tavern as well as face the barkeeper if needed. She watched the local color. She wasn't too concerned about being bothered. Ever since she had improved the bartender's drink dispenser he had been a lot more friendly and had made it known that she wasn't to be bothered. Not that it would have mattered. Though not a fighter, she did grow up with four brothers and had learned a few things since being on her own that helped. She had too. Being a female tinkerer in a predominantly male industry had its challenges.

The bartender brought Rebeca her drink and then turned and set Estella's done. She smiled, having not even had to tell him what she wanted. She did come her a bit. "Thank you Erick." 

He nodded. "Brewed just the way you like it."

She smiled and picked up the mug of tea. She looked at Rebeca curious as to why the girl had come here. "Did Rufus send you here?" She asked.