Well this was fun, to say the very least. When the first gunshot turned the wannabe captain's head into mashed potatoes Charlotte was already in action, the next rounds to follow only increased her chances of success. This was not Charlotte's first, or even third kidnapping, she knew pirates and mercenaries by now, at least what one can glean from chains and hanging off the side of a moving airship. Her time spent at the bar in Scrap also meant she knew how things like this went, then again, she could not remember half the time she spent in the bar due to the hazy filter the hard alcohol provided. All in all, like most if not all of her dealings with pirates, it was a bad idea. 

Charlotte whimpered as the first round eradicated the captain, pressing herself backwards against the man who held her, internally enjoying the almost palpable air of Confusion and Terror he radiated by the time the next few shots echoed. Charlotte hid her smile as the man eagerly backed away from the fray, clutching Charlotte's arm as if trying to save her. By this point she was already at work. 

Now, it may seem unfair, but after the first two kidnappings, you tend to want to avoid others whenever possible. Charlotte did not have that luxury, though good thing for her, the people she found herself attracted too were often curvy women of the criminal sort, hence her having learned how to pickpocket and pick simple locks. 

By the point the man had backed himself into a corner readying to fire HER revolver, Charlotte had already dropped the cuffs and aimed Bennie, her wrench, at his head like a baseball player. It only took one swing, and Charlotte tried not to gag with a smile as she braced her foot against his back and tugged the wrench free of him. 

At this point Charlotte scooped up her revolver and sighed, the fighting itself was not exactly her thing. Sure it was fun every once in a while to brain a guy, or chuck something at somebody when she was pissed, but bullets passing by her head was not her idea of fun. She shrugged and kicked away the body of the guy who held her, walking at a leisurely pace in Misha's direction, as if the beast of a man needed any help, with one of the guys holding him shot already Misha should have had no problem freeing himself, but Charlotte found herself standing near him anyways, just in case somebody in the crowd got a little too eager and shot in her direction.