Countess of Rothes: Excuse me, why have the engines stopped? I felt a shudder.
Steward #1: 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: No, thank you.
As the Countess is in the corridor questioning a steward, Andrews hurries past with a arm full of blueprints and a concerned look on his face.