Pippa wasn't going to allow herself to giggle, but that didn't stop Vigdis. When Tristan finally let all that out, wide eyes jumped to his face and she listened as he recounted his version of what had happened thus far. An amused smile played on her lips, a dimple showing in her left cheek.

"Ye ain't ever have a run in with a pirate before, huh?" she asked, taking a sip of the brandy from the glass. He was lucky she wasn't drinking straight out of the bottle. These people... they didn't know what it was like to live on the high seas. Being armed with a dagger was akin to wearing shoes outside the house. He obviously didn't understand that she had tried to make amends by returning his stolen coin. Or that she made the first show of peace by setting her dagger down out of reach... not to say that she wasn't still armed... By God, she had even said please when she asked for help. She didn't demand it at all. Hell, if it had been a different pirate on the train station, they would have killed him and taken all of his belongings. The doctor obviously had no idea how lucky he was that he ran into her... and then had the gall to threaten her with the constable.

Vigdis looked over at Pippa who was staring down into her drink. Perhaps this was the doctor's natural state. Perhaps he was cruel, twisting the story to make him the victim. Now that Vigga was regaining herself, she saw how curled into herself Pippa was and wondered if Tristan was the reason she didn't speak up more. Was she afraid of him?

"Pips, ye alright?"