Charlotte
The gunslinger could practically feel the woman's gaze on her as they made their way over, allowing a small smirk at her remark, "Sometimes, darling. Sometimes," she mused. Perhaps a small surprise might be order, just for the hell of it.
The blonde watched her pick through the selection, centuries of experience and the course of her selections letting her take note of what the black-haired beauty seemed to consider her style. Well, not that what she finally decided on wouldn't be a good fit for her. Then she finally found something, the cowgirl making no attempt to hide her appreciation of how those pants seemed to mold perfectly to those long toned legs.
"Well, seems like it might be a nice fit, Dar-" was all Charlotte had time to say before Lugh came out of nowhere and chomped down on the boots, ripping them apart like any dog would.
"Oh. Welp, good thing we're in Pine Garden," the gunslinger said with a shrug and a cocked eyebrow.