Vivian had been watching the whole exchange from afar. Too worried about what could come of it to step any closer, she'd simply listened, trying not to wince at the various insults traded between two men she cared deeply about. It was awful how things had turned out. It wasn't fair, but she couldn't think about that now.
Something in her snapped and she drained the last of her drink, taking a step forwards and laying her hand against Slater's shoulder. Avoiding Delia's eyes and instead looking at Harry with a quietly sympathetic expression, she cleared her throat. "Play nice, now, Irving. Tonight isn't for bickering. Just... let Mr Fisher be."