"Yeah, but so are a lot of folks who ain't immune," Rodeo muttered, mostly to himself, sticking a hand in his pocket and drawing his gun back out with his other hand-- now more than ever it was important for him to be ready to fire at a moment's notice, if anything threatened his sister's life.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he walked alongside her. He had so many questions she seemed unwilling to answer, and he didn't understand why she couldn't just tell him where she had been, what she was doing, why she was in a goddamn government safehouse. He walked alongside her, raging over it, until suddenly he noticed something-- a glint on a particular finger...
"What the fuck is that?" he demanded, sudden and sharp, reaching out to grab her wrist, pulling her to a stop and turning her to face him. He wrenched her hand up to check her finger, and sure enough there was a ring there-- the kind of ring that was hard to just write off as a fashion statement. "Is this a joke?" he ground out, lifting his eyes to Adelaide's face.