Vivian's bravado earned her an amused, albeit slight, eyebrow raise from the older male. It was interesting to meet people who hadn't had the swagger in their step stilled by circumstance or the harsh realities of a violent existence. He followed her eyes over to the manipulator, and the acute mental attack she was victim to. Good. Montana wanted her to weigh up her options, perhaps even cease the attack. 

When he mentioned her partner, it wasn't an idle conversation. It was a suggestion, the olive branch that inspired dialogue, while it questioned alliances.  

[color=slategray]"A conversation."[/color] 

[color=slategray]"That is what I desire from you, and your companion."[/color]

Montana moved to place his knife back into its shoulder holster, when rather suddenly, a gun discharged beside him, and he found his fingers unraveling from the hilt, and freezing there, causing his knife to fall toward the ash below. The opposite hand moved beneath it, his fingers spread slightly to allow to blade to fall between them, enabling him to catch it by the hilt. 

Spire's appearance confirmed why the she had been able to influence them at all.