Vivienne listened, until the newcomer made his presence known: the blacksmith from the day before. That male voice wasn't unheard of, and his concern for the motionless lass was there. However, just as the brunette watched him, there was a small amount of pity evident in her expression. Too people knew this now-deceased young woman, and by the looks of it, Vivienne's realization didn't go unnoticed. But for the blacksmith's expression to fall upon the locked-up pirate, Vivienne made her face casual again, but with a hint of sympathy. "If you think I did this, love, I swear upon the pain of death, I never touched her", she tried to reassure, but his hatred was there, and all she needed him to understand, was that this was a misunderstanding. "Abigail's gone, if you're looking for her too. They just took her last night", she added as an afterthought. Vivienne wasn't scared of him, but she casually pitied him.