With sharp teeth gleaming and an aura of cunning, she commanded attention, crowned by a rugged, customized cowboy hat. Her debonair voice rang out as she approached, a softened version of her shark-like grin adorning her face.

“‘Ey ya lil’ lissy! You lost?”

Boothill inquired, voice tinged with concern and a hint of amusement. “If I can lend a hand, I don’ mind helping ya. Around ‘ere, you bound to get confused.”

She paused, her hand instinctively reaching up to adjust the brim of her cowboy hat, a gesture ingrained from countless encounters on the dusty trails.

“Heck, Imma example!” the cowgirl snickered,

“I myself’ve only been here for a few minutes!” Her laughter gradually subsided, giving way to a contemplative silence as she scratched the back of her neck, her gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar cityscape surrounding you both.

“Well ain’t that the truth? Looks like we’re both lost. Uh…”