Rodeo kept himself busy as he tried to make himself cool down, checking the mechanics of the car and then moving around to the back seat of the car to untie an empty gas canister he looped to one of their bags. He pulled a plastic hose from a duffel bag and ambled over to another car, all the while being very careful not to glance at Charlie. He tugged open the fuel door of a Civic, sliding the hose into the gas tank and sucking on the other end of it to siphon out the gas. He filled the canister several times, leeching off of the other cars around the Durango, filling the tank up completely and then filling the canister as well, just in case they ran too low and couldn't find another car to siphon off of right away.
Rodeo packed the gas can into the Durango and closed the door, then gave the truck one more inspection before he went around to the driver's side door and tugged it open. He hauled himself up into the seat and searched for a spare set of keys, but finding none he went about hotwiring the truck instead. He was a bit rusty at it, but before long the Durango revved to life, and Rodeo jumped out of the car and brushed his hands off on his jeans.
When he re-approached Charlie, he had clearly gotten a hold of himself. The anger was gone, and he instead looked a bit contrite, though he did his best to play it off and pretend nothing had happened.
"You ready? Got it runnin'," Rodeo said, nodding towards the truck.