Charlotte
"Alright then," Charlotte shrugged, answering the wink with a cocked eyebrow, watching the woman leave. There was no change in the immortal's expression, but she couldn't help feeling glad the woman was gone. Being looked at like a choice steak was not an uneasy feeling, even if it was a new one.
The blonde waited until the woman was out of the room before standing up and making her way to the door, glancing back at the man bemusedly.
"Guess we should get right to it then," the bounty hunter said, opening the door and waiting for him, "Sounds like you should have getting in covered, at least."
Once they were out of the club, the gunslinger turned to the man with a bemused glint in her eyes, "So how'd those boots taste? Don't worry, I won't judge."