Sara  giggles at Emma's comment. Her position on the floor gives her a fantastic view down Clara's cleavage, and her friend has obviously spotted that. As the knife weilder takes down the sore looser, she holsters her own weapon. She had noticed how fast Emma had hers in her hand, and sighs. "One day, girl, you're gonna have ta teach me ta draw like that!" It's an old joke between them. She would never part with her daddy's old Colt, and she would never be fast until she did.<br/><br/>Sara takes Clara's hand as the blonde helps her to her feet. "Much obliged, Miss Clara, and yeah, I'd say we oughta git. Emma, honey..." She leans close to the woman, and murmurs to her, "If y'all're gonna rob thu locals, y'all should at least make it a bit less obvious it's you doin' it!"<br/><br/>She moves on before Emma can reply, refusing to let go of Clara's hand as they head out of the saloon.