Charlotte
The second gun drew a curious eye from the bounty hunter, Charlotte practically able to smell the magic coating it. The gunslinger's curiosity got the better of her as the woman fired, Charlotte deflecting the round from the normal gun easily and pulling her hand away from Willy Pete at the last second, letting the bullet strike it head on. To her surprise, she could hear the round lodging itself deep in the gun, effectively jamming it even if the revolver hadn't suffered any damage, Charlotte letting out an appreciative whistle.
"Now ain't that a neat piece," the blonde mused, keeping her remaining gun trained on the woman, "Ya make it or find it? And hold on, by my count I owe you the pants and the heels, what's number three?"