Rebeca smiled at her before taking the lead and heading back to the bridge again. Yes, she was taking her to her father again, but not for the reason that she was thinking. It was a rather short walk there to find her father lounging in his chair again. It was pretty normal for him to drape his long frame over whatever it was he was sitting on like he had bones made of something more like  clay than stone. He looked up from the book he was skimming over, it looked more like a catalogue than anything he might be reading for pleasure. He raised a reddish eyebrow up at his daughter, looking confused as she came in and sat herself down on the edge of a console and gestured for Estella to take one of the other seats in the room.

“Just thought you shouldn’t have to rush back if you didn’t want to,” she said to answer Estella’s question as she crossed her ankles over one another and kicked her feet like a child. “But I thought you’d enjoy talking with my father as well and help me convince him that we should get an automaton.”

“Rebeca,” Will sighed, sitting up and closing the catalogue with a thump before tossing it to the floor in front of his seat. “Really need you do this?”

She shrugged and smiled some. “I know that sometimes you need to hear things from someone other than me. And you’re getting older, whether you want to admit it or not, and you can’t do all the heavy lifting on your own all the time.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I’m thirty seven. I’m not nearly dead. Jesus, child.”