Roger smiled. "Thank you, Will. We'd probably want to head out," he looked at Bea. "Tuesday?" He didn't want to make his friend wait to long. He knew the man was no doubt eager to get moving again and though they needed a couple days to get everything ready, he didn't want to press him to long. At her affirmation, Roger glanced back at Will. "Yes, Tuesday."

There was of course the discussion of the fare but he wasn't to concerned. Whatever it was, the price would be reasonable and he would pay it. What was important was that they find this book that Bea's father left quickly. That and figure out who murdered her father. Roger wondered briefly if he should let the man in on it. Let him know that there was danger. He doubted it would change the offer to take them but it would be courteous, not to mention part of their friendship, to bring it up. But he wouldn't do it now. No. He'd wait until he was alone and bring up his concerns. The man did have a daughter and as much as Roger hoped to travel with him, he didn't want to put anyone else at risk IF for some reason those who killed Bea's father came looking for her.

He wondered where they were and what they were after. Would they still be watching her or was the year enough time for them to believe she didn't have it. He doubted that. They probably had some sleeper agent watching but not really closely. Just someone to make sure there wasn't any major changes in her itinerary. For that, he was going to have to come up with something to make this trip seem nothing out of the ordinary. Last summer they had gone somewhere. She had needed to get away and he obliged her (much to Ms. Mortimer's annoyance). Perhaps if anyone was watching they would think this was the same. Just another summer holiday. 
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Estella frowned slightly. Well that was stupid of him. She didn't say it though. What mechanic didn't check everything for damage after something like that? But what did she know? She was just a tinkerer. She raised an eyebrow at Rebeca's comment. She could see that. Unlike her, Rebeca was definitely endowed as - as her mother put it - 'the Rachel of old'. She was the kind of woman that men would be willing to work seven years for. Well - minus the sleezebags of course. 

She took another sip of her drink and nodded. "Yeah, that occasionally happens." Probably more so than most realize. Her one tour on an airship had proven that. In all fairness, there were a lot of great mechanics out there. But there were also a lot of people who just shifted the blame to some underling. And though she didn't mind getting yelled at, she preferred it was because of something she did, not something someone else did. 

"I can go back with you," she said. "You probably should have your mechanic do a check of everything though before taking off again. Once the Helicoptix is replaced you can take off but if anything else got damaged, you want to know about it before you have any troubles. Maybe he's doing that now." She liked to give people the benefit of the doubt even though, Rebeca was right. He didn't seem like the type to do so. 

"Here's your food. Packaged up like Rufus likes it." The bartender set a box in front of Estella. "Oh. Thanks." She said paying him, making sure there was a bit extra for his trouble.