Vivienne's own smile faded, as soon as he did. Just a frown, once she noticed and heard the sound of a slap coming from Abigail. Did her new captor just hit her? The pirate lass' gaze only stared at the tall, masculine, and nearly beefy visitor before her; the bars of her cell seperating herself and them, the faint smile making itself known again. "My interest?", the brunette asked him rhetorically. "That girl?", she gestured to the direction where Abigail was held. "The gold?", she narrowed her eyes at him. It was like a up-close encounter with this guy. "Vane? He's around. Just not here", she simply responded nonchantedly, and surprisingly, darkly in a whisper. 

Vivienne then suddenly snatched the front of his shirt, and pulled; so fast and strong, his face hit the steel bars between them. "Beware of the beast, my friend. You tell Captain Low that we'll see him soon", she warned him menacingly before finally letting her grip fall from his shirt.