Viv didn't say a word. She wasn't stupid; she knew this wasn't the time or place to start going to Harry's defence. She'd seen how Slater had taken that the other day, and now this new man was here... he looked dangerous, and he was Russian. Not a good person to annoy, she figured. So she simply cleared her throat and shifted in her seat again, going back to her sewing but listening intently nonetheless, trying to keep it as discreet as possible.