Rodeo was feeling more and more like a kicked dog with every passing second he stood in front of Adelaide. He never realized before just how much he had taken his sister's adoration for granted-- he never in his wildest dreams thought she would resent him, would hate him. Maybe she had found out the things he had done. Maybe she hated him for leaving her behind, for never coming back. Maybe she hated him for not being there when the infection took hold, hated him for not protecting her from it. She had a thousand reasons to loathe him, and still Rodeo felt shocked by the possibility that she might.
"In the library," he said, almost like a chastised child. He was starting to get that look about him, one she recognized-- that sad puppy look, the look a dog gets when he's being scolded but doesn't understand what for. He knew he did something wrong, but he hadn't yet figured out what it was. "I been staying in the library, mostly... You're seriously at Grand Central?"