Estella didn't mind at all. She rose and followed Rebeca. "No problem at all. That's why I'm here. Let's see what we can do." Again she was glad Rebeca led. The corridors all looked the same. The twists and turns. She'd undoubtedly would have got turned around a time or two. It brought a slight smile of amusement at herself. She wasn't beyond laughing at herself. It was either that or cry in frustration. Estella had decided on the former. Life could be hard but you couldn't let it get you down. You had to push back and keep going. Otherwise, life would just come down on you and crush what joy you had. And that was something she wouldn't allow.

The smile vanished from her face as she stepped into the engine room, her face showing extreme shock. "Oy gevalt." The Yiddish words slipped out unchecked as she saw the mess. What on earth had the mechanic done? It looked like half the engine had been taken apart and set about. Had the ship been that damaged?

The mechanic looked up from whatever he was doing. He smiled upon seeing Rebeca, the smile quickly changing to a slight scowl as he saw Estella. "What's she doing here?" He practically demanded. He rose and moved forward. "I didn't order any other parts."

"No but apparently something's wrong." Estella replied calmly. She didn't seem impacted by the scowl or the fact he didn't want her there. In fact, she still seemed a bit surprised at how bad the engine room looked. This would take...this was going to take awhile. Not that she was complaining it was just... she didn't anticipate from what Rebeca said that it would be this bad. Oh well. [i]Roll up your sleeves [/i]as her mother would say.

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Roger nodded. "A break might be good. No sense in rushing it. You still have a plenty of time ahead of you." He gave her a smile as they started eating. It was very impressive and he was proud of her. One more class and she would be one of the few with a Masters. Something that very few men attained for and even less women. He couldn't wait to see what she did after that. No doubt, like her father, she would conduct her own research. The universities were still a bit biased and might not hire her - except for the fact she was the daughter of the famous Dr. Brown. But either way, he knew she'd be fine.

He chuckled at her comment. Not in mockery or anything just amusement. "No. Not me. Eighth grade education is probably good enough for what I do. Besides, book examinations and I really don't get along." He shrugged. He didn't mind. There was plenty of work he could do without going to a university. Though, trade school or apprenticeship might be interesting. 

He sat back and shrugged. "I don't know. I like working with my hands. I don't mind books - you know that," he did read, not a lot but he did read some. "But I like the accomplished feeling of making or building something from my body and not so much my mind, you know? There's a sense of pride in doing something that brings sweat to your brow and makes you physically tired." He laughed. "I know, it's crazy."

Crazy but something he enjoyed. Even security guard had a sense of accomplishment. You went in at times and broke up fights. Which meant you sometimes ended up in one yourself. Though he wasn't overly bulky, Roger was strong and solid. Plus he had that look about him that made even some larger men think twice about getting in a fight with him. Not that he went looking for fights but he didn't shy away either.

He took a drink and looked at Bea. "Would you rather I go to school?" He asked curious.