The countryside below passed them by. If they were lower it would have been almost a blur but because of the height, they were still able to get a clear enough overall picture of everything below, presuming one had decent eyesight. The breeze of the wind brought a slight chill but nothing that either couldn't stand. Roger stayed with Bea as the ship continued. He didn't reply but he too hoped the cost wouldn't be high. They didn't need to loose anyone else. He just hoped they could find what they needed, get out and bring her father's murderers to justice. All before she got hurt. His arm around her tightened only slightly as he knew he would do everything to keep her safe. [center] ~ ~ ~ [/center] Estella glanced up at Rebeka's words. A smile formed on her lips, softening her features, as she was touched at the words. A laugh escaped her at the mention of the technical terms. She completely understood that. In fact, if she knew a technical term it was most likely she only knew it in Danish. "That's good to remember, thanks." Her smile waned slightly at the mention of impressing. It was easy to say but hard to do. Still, she was grateful that she didn't have to pretend to be someone she wasn't. She didn't like doing that. She couldn't. Oh, she could hide a lot about herself, keep things buried. But to completely masquerade who personality, what she loved to do, who she was? It impossible. She had left her family, giving everything up because she couldn't live with herself, live in the expectations that her family wanted of her. And right or wrong, painful or not, it was what she had to live with. "Thanks, Rebeca." Her words were soft and she chewed her lower lip. "That means a lot." The slight unease vanished as the smile returned. "This is a fantastic ship," she praised, changing the subject. "However, did you father acquire it?" There wasn't a lot of space in the engine room for two people but Estella didn't mind. She listened, occasionally throwing out a question or two. Her love of mechanics and antique machinery was evident in the way her eyes lit up, her hands touched the parts when she needed to adjust something real quick, in the way she spoke. She was happy here. And in a way far happier than even on the [i]Aurora[/i]. But then again, that had been a set of its own problems. But here, she didn't feel the prejudice. The hatred. Or even the luring. Here, she felt...almost at home. [center] ~ ~ ~ [/center] Edinburgh was nowhere on the level of London but it was still a city. Smoke rose from smokestaffs, the haze of the city far less than London. Of course, none of the passengers had been able to see the approach as the ship had came in late last night. And by time they finished breakfast and actually looked outside they were already grounded. "How long are you going to stay in the city?" Roger asked looking at the Captain. He and Bea would head out into the city to find her father's colleague and hopefully know where to go there. A bit groggy from a late night, Estella sat on the end of the table in the mess hall, a warm cup of tea in her hand. She wasn't hungry yet. She usually didn't eat breakfast as her stomach wasn't usually settled enough for it. But tea was another thing. She looked a bit worse for wear, having fell asleep in the engine room after they landed and shut everything down. She hadn't even gone back to the room she shared with Rebeca - though she did redo her ponytail and washed her hands and face.