Darla Turned around to face to the man, who had clearly had to many. She place her hands on her hips, the one hand on her revolver ready to fire. She chuckled befor saying in a sassier tone then she had used before, "Well, debts carrying over don't matter much, Since my daddy ain't dead. Wish I could tell ya where he was, but I ain't seen him for a stretch now. As for this money, I believe its mine, I Swindled it fair and square." she said as an ace of clubs fell from her sleeve into her off hand seamlessly. Her other finger spinning the barrel of her gun, setting it to a smoke bullet, before clicking the trigger, blasting the bullet into the ground releasing a large puff of smoke, she quickly rolled to the side of the man. 

The Smoke settled after a few seconds, she held her gun to the side of his head, "Now this money is going towards the orphanage down the street, and I know you wouldn't want to starve children, so I'm just gonna leave, and you haven't seen me." She said in a more serious tone, her accent slightly dulled, and her eyes conveying her clear anger. She turned around and started to walk off. "Oh and you can have this back, just be more careful who you pull it on," she said as she dropped the now emptied gun of his on the ground behind her.