Rebeca’s grin went up some at her reaction. “Yes and no,” she said with a little shrug of her shoulders, stepping back and gesturing for Estella to at least walk with her out of the doorway. “He has actually requested an assistant. I’m 100% sure he didn’t mean you, but you seem to know what you’re doing more than him so Dad sent me to ask if you’d be willing to work for us, under that buffoon. For now at least.

“But if you don’t want to work, we’ll still give you a lift somewhere if you like,” she went on. “We’re headed up to Scotland today, hopefully, if not soon. It’s much less crowded up there than here in London, even in the cities.” She shrugged some. She didn’t exactly understand what it was like for people like her father and Estella, but she did understand that it happened, and that was more than enough for her to accommodating about it. She didn’t love big cities either, but she was much more comfortable in them than her old man was.

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“Well at least we know now to be vigilant,” she said with a little shrug of her shoulders. It would be difficult, going somewhere new now. They wouldn’t know anyone, they would have to suspect everyone. Which would make it difficult to find actual allies. But it was the safest thing for them to do.

She followed him up into the ship, looking around her and trying to figure out her own way around in here. It shouldn’t be too difficult, she hoped. She nodded her greeting to the captain as they came onto the bridge.

Will looked up for his maps, double checking their route to give Roger an annoyed smile. “Ah well yes and no. I’m not fully sure we’re going to be departing when I said we would. Engine trouble. And mechanic trouble." He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm sorry for the delay."