Charlotte looked at Lady Rose as she merely repeated her adjective of choice, then at Mr. Hersker who claimed he'd label the saloon as lively. The sheriff only shrugged, her silent way of saying 'to each his own.' Charlotte continued to sip on her beverage and observed Lady Rose serving Archie his rum and ice as he began to inquire the other man about the card game. Meanwhile, another man approached the patroness and spoke to her in a low voice.

Charlotte sighed, though mostly with relief. She was a natural loner. Well, perhaps not a natural one, but she sure as well was more used to being on her own than being social. For a brief second, she considered getting up and talking to Pete for a bit, but this momentary lapse in the conversation was much too rare for Charlotte not to savor. With another sip from her glass, she already began to feel an old though not unfamiliar sensation in the back of her mind.

[i]Sweet Jesus,[/i] she thought with a frown as she placed her glass back on the bar. [i]It's hittin' me already? It really has been a while. Take your time, Char. Need to keep your wits about you.[/i]