Charlotte
While the gunslinger's eyes were far more suited to catch a quickdraw before it happened, she still caught the turn an instant before it happened. For anyone else she'd ever chased, that kind of turn wouldn't happen on a bike, for any other pursuer, even knowing that turn was coming wouldn't have helped. The time needed to slow down and take it would've give the other woman plenty of time to give her the slip. Fortunately or unfortunately, neither of the two women were the ordinary sort, the black-haired beauty managing the turn nigh-flawlessly and Charlotte pulling out a gun before turning the bike on its side, sparks flying as it slid across, a few recoil boosts in the opposite direction slowing her barely enough to make the turn before she popped the bike back up, several more boosters blasted out right behind her enough to make sure she didn't lose the tail.
"What can I say, I love it when I have to work for it!" Charlotte shot back with a laugh, "Shame about the heels though, I'm sure we can get that fixed later."