Vivienne wasn't oblivious to anything going on at the table, she was just being her usually quiet, and thoughtful self.  That, and because she still found certain occurrences to be unnerving, she held herself back from commenting, hoping to appear more worldly in her nonchalance, than unsettled by her naiveté.<br/><br/>Fredrick Mab was like David de Sabre in that both personalities were so over the top that Vivienne often found herself confused by their actions, and definitely intimidated.  Fredrick's flamboyance was unlike anything Vivienne had seen in a man, and felt more comfortable with his feminine counterpart.  David's ability to move things as if by will, had Vivienne holding her breath at time while around him, afraid at any given second he might cause her dress to fall off, or something odd to appear in her hands.  Both men were much too mysterious for her more common temperament to deal with sufficiently.<br/><br/>Sadly, her use for those of her same sex was limited.  Alexa wasn't the only woman Vivienne rarely gave the time of day to.  Having nothing discernible in common with others of her sex, she just chose to devote what time she did have to the more masculine crowd.<br/><br/>But male, or female, this little group now appeared to all be consumed with their futures, and that of the Last Laugh, and intimidated or not, unless any of them chose to forfeit their holdings, they would all connected by their endeavor for the foreseeable future.  Unless she wished to remain at odds, and ill at ease for the next several weeks, or months, Vivienne would need to come to terms with it all.  And pretty damn quickly.<br/><br/>Not being one to jump into the limelight, outside of her dancing anyway, she waited until someone took the lead, and began suggesting what the groups next move would be.