The second time she saw the other girl was as she was carefully positioned in an abandoned office building, watching a funeral. And the other girl was next to her.
"Move- you're going to ruin my shot." Margaery demanded, without looking at her again.
"Well, it can't be that be that good of a shot if I can mess it up." The other girl replied snarkily.
"I am here to kill Cersei Lannister. Move."
"Really? I'm here to kill her brother." The other girl told her, shifting.
"Go two feet to the right. Much better angle." Margaery told her. The other girl listened, which was surprising.
"Ready?" She asked.
"One- two-" The other girl counted.
"Three." Margaery whispered as their bullets hit.
They disassembled their guns, putting them into their purses, and moved their asses down the stairs. They walked away from the building in such a way that it suggested that they had run from the funeral. They blended in- other people were running too- panicked. They blended in.
The brunette watched the red head jump into a car and she did the same.