She glared at Betty, who seemed completely nonchalant about the fact that Dallas had nearly caught that arrow with her face. At least one of them was amused. She hadn't come on that trip to get shot, though. The glaring didn't last long, before she rolled her eyes and grinned. "Yeah, Betty. No dead bodies. Bitch."
Lighting up a cigarette of her own, she nodded at Charlotte. "Sure thing, sugar." She tossed the pack to her new friend, and blew out a long stream of smoke. "Don't spend much time among Americans, huh? Guess that's only fair. I don't spend much time among Brits, myself." Then again, her usual haunts weren't exactly the types of places that tourists found themselves in, especially upper class British ones. Charlotte definitely didn't look like the sort that would tag along with the types of girls that got kicked out of bars for table dancing. Yet here she was. Good for her, getting out and all that.
"It's safe. Ish." She waved David out in the open with a smile, then flicked her attention back to Betty. "Pass one of those over here. You owe me a drink after my near death experience."