Countess of Rothes:
[coming out of her stateroom with a confused look on her face; sees a steward and stops him]
Excuse me, why have the engines stopped? I felt a shudder.
Steward #1:
[calmly]
I shouldn't worry, madam. We've likely thrown a propeller blade, that's the shudder you felt. May I bring you anything?
Countess of Rothes:
[is distracted for a moment as Thomas Andrews passes by in a nervous hurry with an armload of the ship's plans under one arm; redirecting her attention back to the steward as he disappears]
No, thank you.
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