Rebeca made her way across the docks and down to the shop where she hoped Estella was still at.She knew the girl had the wanderlust like her father. And the dislike of big cities for too long, also like her father. As she walked she thought about how much she was like her father and that was rather amusing to her.

She came up as the other girl was saying her goodbyes and leaving the shop.”Heading off for greener pastures?” she asked as she approached. “Maybe we can give you a lift there, yeah?”

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“Well perhaps not the devil exactly,” she agreed with a little laugh. “But certainly a high ranking demon lord of some kind.” But she thought that of most men, less so of younger ones, but he was too close to her age for Ms. Mortimer to feel otherwise. 

“It is what you think it is. Didn't want to risk it being taken while we weren't on board.” Nor had she wanted to risk Will and his daughter, but she didn't want to have to say that outloud to him either. She didn't want him to worry any about this, even though she knew that he was already worrying about this and especially about her.

His next question proved that her thoughts were right. “Only probably because I have become very paranoid,” she sighed. “But in reality, I haven't noticed anything out of the norm. Though that doesn't mean that they aren't there and I'm just used to seeing them.”