Beatrix pursed her lips in thought. He had a point. She wasn't planning on saying why they were going there, in case her mail was intercepted. But perhaps it was the wiser thing to shown up rudely without warning than risk either their own safety, or his. "Perhaps we forgo tradition and politeness," she agreed.

"I prefer not Ms. Mortimer," she sighed, giving him a little smile. "So where ever you would be going on your own is fine with me. Soup is fine, anywhere is fine. I trust your judgement. You've never steered me wrong with food before."

She let him steer get along whereever he liked. She truly did trust him. And for far more than just food opinions. She trusted her life with him.

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Rebeca easily noticed her eagerness to leave. Her father was not very good around a lot of people. It was part of the reason their crew had never been much more than six people ever, and normally not even that. He could handle it for a little bit, especially if there were drinks involved. But he still got antsy easily and normally headed back to the security of his ship before too long. 

So when she started tapping her foot, Rebeca smiled and and finished off her drink rather quickly. "Let's get going. Yeah?" She didn't bring up that she noticed her anxiousness, bot knowing what it stemmed from she didn't want to make the other girl feel jumpy or anything. She paid for her drink and stood up, still smoking her cigarette  she gestured for Estella to head out in front of her.