Rodeo didn't know when he had become a morning person, but somehow it happened. He woke up early that morning to continue his work on the restoration of the motorcycle Rae had found for Elliot, attempting to take stock of what tools and parts he had yet to find. One more trip into town should do it, he figured-- with all luck, he'd be returning to Sing Sing with everything he needed to bang through the job at hand.
Rodeo whistled to himself as he swung his leg over the seat of his Harley once he was outside the gates of Sing Sing, ready to take off into town. He was just prepared to start it up when he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. Expecting a shuffler, Rodeo looked over, figuring he'd have to take the time out to kill the zombie for coming too close to their sanctuary. What he saw, however, clearly wasn't a geek. Without a thought, he was off his bike, moving towards the boy that circled the walls, reaching back to draw his pistol from the back of his jeans.
"Hey," he barked, all too cognizant of the axe the other man carried. He was positive this was a stranger-- he'd never seen the boy's face before, and the way he stalked and stared, Rodeo was sure that he was an outsider. He raised his gun, walking briskly towards the stranger, looking for all the world like he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. He could only hope that the boy didn't have a gun of his own to draw. "Drop the fuckin' axe, Gimli."