Charlotte
With the man neatly tied up and strapped to the bike, Charlotte started the engine, unable to help a chuckle as it revved to life. The gunslinger set off down the road, not as fast as she normally would on a hot extraction. Part of her was curious to see if the now vanished captain had anything left in her arsenal.
Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long. The first spattering of rain came as a bit of a surprise, the forecast this morning hadn't indicated much of a chance of it. Curious, the blonde looked up from the intersection she was stopped at, only to see the skies above them darkening, the drizzle quickly picking up into proper rain. A bemused grin lit up the immortal's face as she reached out with her senses, past the exhaust and city coming in from all around her, up to fresh dampness in the air and the unmistakable smell of magic, a sharp yet sickly sweet scent that cut at her nose and might have had a lesser woman's eyes watering. And then she heard the organs, not yet audible to the normies in their cars with their music, but a clear and ominous warning to her.
"Well howdy," she mused with a low whistle, reaching down and patting the long holster she'd had added to the bike for holding Harbinger before glancing back at Mendoza, "Guess she's still got a couple more tricks up her sleeves. Whaddya think, pal?"