Well neither threw her out yet. Thankfully. [i]"Estella,"[/i] her mother would say. [i]"better to be thought wise and keep your mouth shut than open it and reveal yourself a fool.[/i] Her mother was full of proverbs. Moreso than most. And she wasn't shy saying it either. Estella probably got a good several every day growing up. Though not all were aimed directly at her, just noted. Her finger played with the pendent on her necklace. The comment thrown her way, caused her to look up. Dropping the pendent back in her shirt she refused to duck her head. "Hope I wasn't being..." the word escaped her. She knew the word - at least in Danish and Yiddish but the English one slipped her mind. She hated when that happened. She had a good understanding of the English language but occasionally a word slipped her mind or she didn't know it. Her face turned just slightly red in embarrassment as she couldn't come up with the word. She felt like an idiot. Seeing as it wasn't coming quickly she just changed her sentence. "I hope I didn't overstep." She ignored the fact her face was heated, just mentally pushing it off. English wasn't her native tongue. Her accent was obvious on that. Still... she hated not knowing a word and standing there as if her brain was gone.

Rising when Rebeca rose, she gave a nod to the captain. She started to follow before pausing. She looked back. "You have a lovely ship." She confessed before leaving. 

Following Rebeca she tried to figure out what the stupid word was. She knew the Danish equivalent - Anmassende. It started with a p. Pre...Presumb? No. It irked her that the word was on the tip of her mind but she couldn't get it. Deciding to forgo it, she followed Rebeca. The girl lead her on a bunch of twists and turns before they found their way back outside the ship. Taking the cue as it was time to leave, Estella turned and smiled at the other girl. "Well, I best be off. Thanks for another tour of your ship." Okay, it wasn't fully a tour but still. "You have a splendid evening."

She turned and started to head off in the night. [i]Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back.[/i] She repeated. She had already made herself look like a fool that one time by looking back to admire the ship. And with the moon out, it would have probably made a lovely view. Still...

The walk home in the dark wasn't bad. She was light footed so she heard those out and about before they heard her and she avoided them. From quick glance, most would mistaken her for a male. Her hair was under a cap and she wore pants. However, closer inspection in the moonlight would reveal the corset and her more feminine attributes. Thankfully, though there was no issue and the gun in the small of her back brought comfort.

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Tuesday Morning

The engine room was a mess. Fredericks wringed his hands. "It will take another two or three days at least, Captain. I'm still trying to get everything fixed and replaced." Actually he was still working on that darn part that had broken. He was having the hardest time getting to it so he had disassembled another part of the engine to give him better access. Then removing the other part was a hassle. His hands were a bit larger and it was tucked inside the wall. It was bringing him frustration to no end. Stupid part. Stupid ship. How he wished he had a puny little assistant that he could make do the work. He was more of a supervisory individual. Who would have thought this piece of junk would require so much hands-on work? 

He kept his face sympathetic even while he cursed the ship, the engine, and that stupid delivery girl who tainted his reputation with the captain.