No sooner had Charlotte entered the saloon had the owner called her out, though in a nice way. She could feel multiple pairs of eyes falling on her, but at the moment, she sensed nothing too negative. In fact, one of the men sitting at the bar produced a bag full of money and exclaimed that he’d be buying a round for everyone. Charlotte smiled politely at Lady Rose after she gestured her over and approached the bar, but stood rather than sitting on a stool. She leaned forward onto the waxy wood of the bar and quickly scanned the men sitting around; she sized up the owner as well. She was admittedly a looker, dressed in a wine-colored dress, a close match to her own. She also had on a pair of long gloves. Well, nothing attracted customers like a good-looking saloon owner.

“Why, thank you, sir,” Charlotte said to the man who had offerred to buy the round of drinks. “That’s quite a big bag of money you got there… Sure generous of you to spend it on all us.” But she stopped herself there. Sure she was the sheriff, but she didn’t want to say anything too suspicious and draw unnecessary attention to herself. 

Thankfully, Rose spoke up again, asking everyone to introduce themselves.

"I'm Charlotte Jackson," she said quietly. Her eyes drifted over and fell on one of her deputies, Pete. She gave him a soft smile before returning her gaze toward the bar. "I'm the... sheriff... around these parts..." She felt a little bashful saying so around so many men, but she willed herself not to care.