Charlotte
"Suit yourself," Charlotte shrugged, placing Sage's order as well. The gunslinger drummed her fingers on the table as she waited, then stopped upon the first round of drumming leaving a crack in the table, leaning back in her chair and crossing one leg over the other instead, booted heel tapping against one of the chair legs. Before long, however, the gunslinger got fed up with the silence and sat up again, a rifle shell appearing in a hand before she started to spin the thing between her fingers like an oversized pen, the round pinging off her fingers every now and again.
"So, how long has it been? Since you arrived here, that is." Charlotte asked after a long moment, her curiosity getting the better of her, "Been a few months for me, but it's dragged on a bit. Some bounties here and there to keep myself fed and watered, but not much else, ya know?"
As if on cue, a cute waitress dropped by, an earnest smile that might as well have been cast in plastic on her face, and handed them their coffees. Charlotte leaned forward again, both feet down on the tiled floor as she grabbed her coffee with her free hand. The gunslinger looked over it for a moment before the rifle shell was set down and her hand was reduced to a blur as she tore a small depression into the rim of the cup, just big enough to funnel the coffee a little before taking a deep swallow of the thing, sighing quietly as the warmth rushed through her, even if it wasn't exactly cold outside.
"Well, that ain't half bad," the gunslinger remarked, resting a hand on the table, a finger tapping carefully against it.
