Laying on the ground, Vivienne listened, until the newcomer made his presence known: The blacksmith from the day before. That male voice wasn't unheard of, making her turn her gaze towards him from below. However, after just having to hear his question, she didn’t answer him right away, but rather watched him with narrowed eyes, as if scanning it, wondering what prompted him to ask such a question. It only took her a moment or two to process what she heard. 

[i]‘Guess his hatred for pirates extends to the point of hunting them down, personally’[/i]

The thought made her think: [i]’Why?’[/i] Was it that general dislike that the public had for these criminals? Or was it something else entirely? If the blacksmith was blaming her for what happened last night, then he was in over his head. She gazed back up towards the ceiling. "If you think I did this, love, I swear upon the pain of death, I never held such intentions", she reassured in a casual fashion. For his hatred for pirates, she needed him to understand that this was a misunderstanding. “Why ask me?”