"I'll certainly keep an eye on that drink of yours," Charlotte replied to Mr. Hersker as he got up and left in a considerable hurry. At least she had something to do now other than just drink. She took this moment to nonchalantly gaze around Lady Rose's saloon. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary: the rough men, the well-dressed women—well, some looking more classy than others. However, Charlotte couldn't help but pick up on something fishy. Or maybe that was the alcohol. Or the stress. She sighed; whatever. She still had that gun strapped onto her thigh if she needed it, so why worry?

Archie reentered the saloon and Charlotte threw him a gentle smile, but he instead went straight to Lady Rose, leaned over the bar, and whispered something to her.

Charlotte held her drink in her hands and took another small sip.

"That's the last time I do something for someone," she muttered, but then she chuckled at herself. It's not like she needed that second drink anyway.

"You know," she called out to Mr. Hersker and Lady Rose. "I [i]am[/i] the Sheriff, in case you might've forgotten that little fact. If there's a bit of trouble I could help y'all out." Though deep down, she kinda didn't want to. She came here to escape her duties for a bit, but she simply felt compelled to offer.