Vivienne did not see the blacksmith advance, gripping her bare arms, and pulling her to direct contact with the bars, giving her head a quiet bonk against them. She groaned at his demands, almost in a frustration. Did he have to be this rough with her? She was a lady. Well, due to the fact that she was a pirate, it didn't really help the situation. 

After a minute to gather her vision, the brunette noticed how close they were. Like before, during their first "meeting", it was almost the same scenario. Except it was [i]he[/i] who returned the favor. His strength didn't go unnoticed, and the anger fueled it. "A word of advice: watch where you throw your anger. You could hurt someone", she recalled as an advisement, a half-tease, half-truth. Lifting her eyebrows in a 'you know' kind-of-way, the pirate waited for his grip to loosen, before she could answer. 

"I'm sure, because unlike me, he paints the ground with blood. Plus, I wouldn't fire on an open-town unless I have the means to do so. Funny thing is, only a man plagued with insanity would do such a thing", she casually directed this to him, in an honest way. It was true, even.