There was indeed a pistol being cocked at the young man's face, and Vivienne was giving him a serious, grim expression upon her visage; all ticks of the flirting teasing from earlier, gone. Her blue eyes were boring into his own, only giving him a warning to not speak of such things of her past. Her name was "Vivienne" now; all traces of her deceased mother, and the evidence of herself being a slave named Tallulah, gone. She dismissed his statement quickly with a grin, a sad one, this time. "And I thought you were a professional fighter", the brunette stated, until she heard banging coming from the front door. They found her! She needed to leave. Now! Getting up quickly with the pain of her wound still there, she kept the gun aimed at him. Noticing that he was blocking the path to the backdoor, the brunette was getting impatient. "Move away", she told him, almost desperate. 

Vivienne was putting her finger on the trigger, and she figured that she would just shoot the young man anyway. But like before, the brunette didn't seem to have it in her to kill an innocent person. It only reminded her of the girl she just spared. She hardened her gaze towards him, and flicked the switch. "This shot is not for you", she confessed to him. "You don't deserve it", she added with sympathy showing on her beautiful features. What she didn't notice was someone hitting the back of her head. She did feel herself getting a bit ditzy, before falling forward at the blacksmith's feet; the pistol falling out of her hand.