The sheriff had sensed Charlie before she had even walked up to the doors. That didn't mean he knew who it was exactly, though. Thinking it was Merlyn, Buck squared his shoulders and clenched his jaw. He didn't pay any mind to her bumping into the pew, let alone notice that a spirit could be hurt. Instead he stood staunch. "You've done some pretty low things in your time of death, Merlyn. Turning the local lake into blood so it ran red? Real clever, Merlyn. People bleeding out of their ears and eyes. Well I usually wouldn't care about that because those people had it comin' to them, but not Gail." He recalled, knowing too well that guilt was always her downfall.
"But now, you bring me away from my town and it beco-" He whirled around halfway through his sentence, noticing for the first time that the person behind him was not in fact Merlyn, but someone entirely different. And alive. "Well, well, well. Don't let me interrupt your divine intervention with God. By any means." Narrowing his eyes, he set his hands on his sides.
Lucas Buck wasn't much for small conversation. He never had been, unless he would get someone's soul out of it or a deal that they would have to pay back regardless. He wasn't about to start making with the small talk now, either. But there was something about her, and the flames that came off of her whenever he searched for information about her. Now call him a creature of comfort, but that just made her all that more interesting.