Given the latest developments in town, and the length of the weapon the tall lady in the barbershop possessed, Grace was lucky that the alarmed woman hadn’t used her shotgun to open a set of holes in her white dress. Even if she didn’t look the part of a dangerous bandit, or have a threatening visage, one needed to be careful when the other had a finger ready to squeeze the trigger of a gun. A faint shriek escaped the brunette’s tender lips as the armed woman hurled her inside the building, out of harm’s way. It took her some time before she could comprehend the addressed questions. Her immediate response was to quickly shake her head from side to side. Apart from hearing the loud gunshot, she hadn’t seen anyone that might be related to the origin of the loud noise. “I fortunately haven’t.” Grace suggested. And she would like to keep it that way, not looking forward to meet the outlaws in the bank. Since a one armed fellow had trained a gun at the source of the peril, Grace could dare to take a short peek outside. Squinting her eyes, she tried to solve what the distinct fonts on top of the building spelled. Without a pair of binoculars, it was like having an eye exam from this distance. She pouted her lips, quietly spelling monosyllabic words. “Bo, bu, ba…” Eventually her mouth widened as she eventually could guess what the sign read. After that, it was pretty easy to put two and two together. “They may be robbing the bank…”<br/><br/>As unpleasant as it sounded, if there were indeed people who targeted the bank, Grace guessed the robbers would want to leave the place as soon as possible after getting what they came for, instead of lingering on the streets or shooting randomly at town residents. That being said, she could think of at least one old man that could cause things to escalate upon the bandits’ exit, if he were to start shooting at them on sight. That could make things more complicated. The outlaws could very well take a hostage to secure their escape, or just to entertain themselves after a tense heist. However, that was someone else’s problem. Of course, these were all coming from a mind foreign to the conflicts of the wild west. Regardless, she had no placed money in the bank, or knew anyone from the town that might be in danger. So, things were understandably less grim for the newcomer brunette.<br/><br/>During the very brief time she spent in town, both pretty and homely, Grace had observed many faces, albeit not knowing the names that accompanied said visages. She fortunately wasn’t in the bank to identify anyone who might be stuck in the building with who knew how many lawless criminals. To throw another short glance at the distant building, her gaze once again pierced through the windows of the shop. She obviously couldn’t see through the walls of the bank, but could see its rather unostentatious façade. While she remained not so anxious about who might be in there, her redheaded host sounded to be concerned about someone. For whose wellbeing the armed lady in the shop prayed for, Grace didn’t know. However, she did know someone who was inside the town’s financial institution. Her last glance had given her the necessary hint.<br/><br/>“In fact, I do know of someone, Miss.” The shorter brunette claimed. Near the water trough, she had caught a glimpse of a rather large dog. The size of the dreadful creature made him easy to identify. The attentive young woman had seen his owner before. With the image in her mind, Grace held an index finger above her head that pointed down. The slender digit traced the wide brim of an invisible bush hat. She then pressed the same finger against the tip of her nose, tilting it up to display more of her nostrils. To add to her little impersonation, she flashed the most spoiled smirk she could summon. “Do you know her?” After she was done imitating a certain blonde, objectively wealthier and subjective prettier than her, the slim brunette asked the other woman.