Charlotte
It didn't take long for them to find a shop in the shadow of the excessive opulence higher up in Pine Garden, both figuratively and literally. The streets they roamed reminded the gunslinger of those more modern cities, namely the districts that straddled the line between visible squalor and relative well-being. Sure, the place looked nice enough as it was, but there was a crew of scruffy kids taking apart a car off in an alleyway, at least three purses snatched on their way to the store, and the sounds of a drive-by further down the road. Maybe a bit of distraction in other circumstances, but Charlotte had more important things to attend to. Tucking the phone back into her cleavage once it had served her purpose, Charlotte looked up at the place she'd brought them.
"What kind of designer shoe store calls themselves Boots and Scoots?" the blonde muttered, half to herself, "Well, the inside at least looks like it might be the right sort of place."
Turns out, it was indeed terribly misnamed, the stock turning out to be of notably better quality than what one would expect from the name, featuring things from mundane fashion to more seasonal offerings to selections for more supernaturally inclined customers, not to mention the exceptionally comfy line-up of socks.
"Welp, guess this'll do after all," the gunslinger noted, "Got anywhere you wanna start, darling?"