Vivienne kept the girl in her grip, with Abigail's back pressed against her front, along with the silver blade being pressed at her throat, in a position as if she was getting ready to slash her throat. "I knew you Englishmen would warm up to me", she recalled with a devious smile. "Commodore Norrington, now if you would, please? My effects?", the brunette called back in a respectful tone to the Commodore. She didn't wish to harm the girl, but to just prove a point. She did though recall something about this girl that was interesting: she [i]cared[/i] about the pirate woman's fate. Interesting...

As they were starting to pass them her things, Vivienne, now holding the girl hostage, whispered to her, so she could only hear. "Your name's Abigail, isn't it?", she asked her in curiousity.