Rebeca was likewise surprised by the state of the engine room. “Shit, what have you been doing?” she asked to the room. This did not look like they would be in the air today. Not with the engine nearly all taken apart like it was. She wondered if her dad had seen what this looked like just now.


Shaking her head, she looked at the scowling man. “This is the assistance that you asked for,” she said calmly. “If you don't like your options, you can take it up with the captain. But as I'm sure you know, he isn't in the best of moods today. So take that as you will.”


She looked between him and Estella and smiled a little smugly. “I'll go let Dad know then,” she said more to Estella than Fredricks. “Play nicely.” And with that, she turned to leave the room, not caring either way if he followed her to complain or not.


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“I want you to do something worthy of you,” she said with a smile. “I know you don't like book learning, but I was talking about applying to like a craftsmen guild or something like that.” She shrugged a little, giving a moment while she took a drink. “I just hate to see you do nothing when I know that you have so much potential.”


She just cared far too much about him to see him not do something. To be stuck in some never ending loop of floating between jobs that didn't fulfill him any. If he ended up as something like security, as long as he was happy, she'd be happy. But she still wanted more for him than just keeping thugs in line. He was so much more than that.


She looked at him for a long moment, just letting her imagination go ahead to what she thought he'd be like in the near future. And maybe further. Thinking of him achieving something that he'd worked for for so long. Him settling down perhaps, having a family with some faceless woman. About how much more handsome he'd look as he aged. She smiled without thinking about it, her look something a little embarrassing if he had a clue what she was thinking about. Bea felt her cheeks flush some and she had to shake her head to clear the slightly surprising thoughts that had come with the little brain exercise. 


“Anyways,” she said with a slightly awkward clearing of her throat.