The brunette didn't have much else to do, but she was leaning against the bars of her cell. Not that there was even much else; just a sitting place made of rock, and dirt covering the wooden floor. No doubt about the cell size. Not too big, not too small. It was probably large enough for a one-on-one fight, or perhaps hold a capacity of five, maybe six prisoners. For Vivienne, it was big enough, nonetheless; lying on her back, in the middle of the floor with her hair fanned out, and the light of the moon shining upon her youthful face. One of her legs crossing over the other. 

A few sighs of boredom, and somewhat tiredness, came from her as the brunette just stared at either the moonlight or the ceiling. However, her time of loneliness didn't last for long. With a small voice coming from the brig entrance, the pirate's attention was caught as she turned her head to the side, and frowning to see the girl she just held captive a few hours ago. Hearing her concern, Vivienne sighed miserably yet amusingly, closing her eyes for a moment, then looking back to the ceiling. "Can't expect more than that, love", she simply responded. In all honesty, she did wonder what Abigail's intention was. [i]Is she starstruck? Was she attracted to her?[/i], it would be amusing if it was the last one.