Though it could have easily been argued that Rodeo was the biggest "problem aspect" of the group, he seemed to be immune to most of the tension the others were experiencing. He was too used to putting aside personal beef for the sake of a run, and he had switched to another mode entirely once they left the safehouses. If others were unable to do the same, he was oblivious to it-- as far as he was concerned, this was business and they were all comrades. That was all he needed to know, and he had passed the car ride at the helm of their pilfered van simply trying to resist the urge to start singing. He only slipped once or twice, and after being promptly reprimanded, he managed to stay silent for just about the rest of the trip.
When Evan gave his orders, Rodeo accepted them with a nod, Crow Jane already drawn and ready. He had switched out her barrel for a threaded KKM barrel and a suppressor, knowing beforehand that going in without a silencer wasn't the wisest choice for them. He was prepared to use his fists before the gun-- he was wearing his tough black gloves to try to minimize the damage to his knuckles-- but he certainly wasn't going in without the pistol in his hand.
Rodeo took up the rear as they headed into the tower, and after a few second's debate he chose to pull the doorway shut behind them. It was a gamble either way, but he didn't imagine that there was going to be anything much waiting for them inside the watchtower. There was hardly enough room for more than a couple geeks or squatters, but they didn't know yet how many infected were on the grounds itself. He didn't want to risk a horde trying to follow them inside, knowing they wouldn't be able to hold back a whole mess of zombies for long if they mobbed the staircase. With the door shut, if a pack of them came they would be trapped inside-- but at least they'd have time to think of a plan before simply being swarmed.
Though he had expected to feel strange to be on prison grounds again, it hadn't really hit him yet. He had a feeling that those old memories wouldn't come to haunt his head until he saw the cell blocks, and at the moment he could only bask in the humor of it all-- the view from a prison watchtower was definitely one he never thought he'd see.