Tying the last knot with the loose parchment, Vivienne gave a few winces once the bandage was in place on the wound of her thigh. 

[i]Damn those sentries and their guns.[/i] 

She thought to her inner self as the pain hit her, the randomized bullet rubbing against the flesh of her leg once she tightened it. The brunette tried her best to stand up, but it was proven difficult once again with her wound, making her lean against the workbench near the pit of fire. Taking a few breaths, she didn't hear the latch being fiddled with. From the outside! The brunette didn't move from her spot and she froze, once she heard what seemed to be one of Port Royal's blacksmiths. She didn't need to get herself caught by the public, but honestly, this new arrival sounded interesting, and a hint of curiosity hit her. 

Despite this curiosity, Vivienne kept herself in a collected fashion once again, as if she was expecting a visitor; the same way she expected one of her crewman to enter her quarters back on the ship. She didn't look at him, though, just kept her head down, while keeping herself leaning against the bench. 

[i]"You. You're the one they are all looking for."[/i]

She heard him say, and the only thought she had was: Really? [i]Really?[/i] But this thought was on a pause once she heard him take a few steps towards her. Smoothly, by sucking up the pain, Vivienne stepped away from her leaning position, and looked upon him with her youthful visage; her expression cold, but soft while examining him up and down with her blue eyes, only keening a little. She stalked a few steps towards him. 

"You're an interesting specimen", the pirate observed, her eyes scanning him a little more. "Yet almost familiar. Do I know you?", she curiously asked him. Vivienne didn't expect him to answer, though, so she kept up the act of just passing by. "No matter; I won't waste your time. So if you'll excuse her", she respectfully concluded before beginning to stride to the backdoor. It was true that Vivienne didn't want to waste a professional's time to do their job, including blacksmiths, cooks, merchants, and farmers; that would make her a non-procrastinator. She just wasn't one to begin with. 

The flirt was enough, but it wasn't when the brunette heard the sound of a sheathing weapon being drawn. It only made her halt in her steps, and give an annoyed, grim expression to herself at this young man's courage. Keening her blue eyes a little, she turned her upper body around halfway, with her head slowly following it, until her gaze laid upon the silver point of a sword. She was in the smithy, after all. 

Flicking her eyes back to the male before her, she felt this action to be pathetic: challenging/threatening a pirate with said weapon. A light mischievous smirk creeped upon her visage, as she turned the rest of her body towards his direction. "You sure you want to do this, love? Cross blades with a pirate?", Vivienne half-teased with curiosity, before sheathing her own sword, allowing it to grind against the steel of his own to tease him a bit, while slowly putting herself into a defensive stand, her eyes boring into his own. "A woman?", she added.