Her confidence was born from a combination of her natural sense of entitlement, the way she was raised, her stature in life, her looks, as well as the knowledge that, no matter what, the constructed man before her could not actively kill her. The park gave her a whole new sense of power that she couldn't quite grasp in her world. To see the disarmed look in such a big man's eyes reaffirmed her.
"Good man," she purred. Scarlett pulled her hand away from him, sat up, and slid off of the table. "Make sure you've got a loaded gun," she told him, as she already led the way to the door of the saloon which he had only entered moments before. It was a 'just in case' sort of instruction, but she was a proponent of the idea of shooting someone up that night, and her own gun was calling her name.