Roger nodded. It would be good to give him some headsup instead of just showing up at the door. Though... He looked at her. "Don't tell him why you are coming. If someone is watching your mail they might expect something." He frowned thoughtfully. "In fact, as much as I hate to admit it, we might not want to let him know we are coming." But then again what if he wasn't there? Or not home? It would be a shame to go all that way only to find he isn't there.

It was a toss up really. In one instance they needed to let him know they were coming. Yet, if anyone was watching Bea it would tip them off - especially if they find out he's an 'old' friend of Doctor Brown. No. It would just be good to go. If he's not there, they could spend a few days in Glasglow until he returns. OR go find him if he won't be returning for some time. Let everyone think it's just a vacation or some summer trip. "Yes, the more I think of it, the more I believe we don't say anything. If he's not there, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Glancing over at Bea, a bit surprised at her comment, he gave a slight nod. They could do that. If she suggested it than she either wanted to talk or just have a bit more peace and quiet. Ms. Mortimer could be a bit overbearing. In some ways, Roger assumed it had its benefit but he didn't think too overbearing would work with Bea. She just wasn't the type. "I think I know a place." He said turning slightly, directing her toward another street. "There's a small shop that I go to sometimes in the evening. They serve soup and some of the best bread you'll ever try." He shrugged. "Unless you prefer something else?"

There was a tavern nearby but he wasn't sure he wanted to take her there. The food was good but it was a bit rough. Not a place young women usually frequented. 

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Estella gave a slight incline of her head. That made sense. She was glad that Rebeca didn't take offense at her comment. She glanced at her companion. The woman was different - not at all like Estella figured. She had assumed her to be some lady. She had the bearing of one yet... She acted a lot different than women that Estella had met over the years. Not that she meant to judge or anything. No, it was just strange.

Went to show you that you can't always judge a person by appearance. It wasn't that Rebeca was bad or not lady. It was just that she was different than what Estella had guessed. Not that it was bad... In a way she was glad no one could read her thoughts, though she feel slightly guilty. 

Finishing her tea, her eyes took in the crowd. She glanced away spotting the first mate and several others from the [i]Aurora[/i]. She didn't want to deal with them right now. They wouldn't try anything stupid - not with the bartender and bouncer there but they might harass  her when she left - assuming they saw her. She was painfully aware of the fact that despite her attire and living with several brothers, it wasn't the safest to be out walking late at night. Most wouldn't take a second look at someone dressed like she was, her being able to pass off as male in the shadows. But these men knew her. It wouldn't work.

Of course that made her immediately think of Rebeca. She was evidently female. Thankfully, they'd probably leave her alone if they saw a 'young man' with her. But it was the docks. Estella's foot tapped slightly. She wasn't going to rush the other woman but at the same time, the longer they stayed the more dangers it would be. Her hand felt the gun in her waistband tucked under her shirt. It brought some comfort