It was true that Vivienne didn't want to waste a professional's time to do their job, including blacksmiths, cooks, merchants, and farmers; that would make her a non-procrastinator. She just wasn't one to begin with. 

The flirt was enough, but it wasn't when the brunette heard the sound of a sheathing weapon being drawn. It only made her halt in her steps, and give an annoyed, grim expression to herself at this young man's courage. Keening her blue eyes a little, she turned her upper body around halfway, with her head slowly following it, until her gaze laid upon the silver point of a sword. She was in the smithy, after all. 

Flicking her eyes back to the male before her, she felt this action to be pathetic: challenging/threatening a pirate with said weapon. A light mischievous smirk creeped upon her visage, as she turned the rest of her body towards his direction. "You sure you want to do this, love? Cross blades with a pirate?", Vivienne half-teased with curiosity, before allowing her own sword to grind against the steel of his own, while slowly putting herself into a defensive stance. She bored her eyes into his own. "A woman?", she added. 

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