Rodeo was satisfied with the division of teams, nodding and patting his pockets until he found a cigarette. He didn't really care that they were about to enter a potentially life-threatening situation; it wasn't going to stop him from having a smoke. "Sounds right to me," he said around the cigarette he was lighting, taking a long drag and sticking a spare behind his ear for easy access later.
A slow smirk started spreading over his lips when Charlie started her joke, figuring he knew where it was going. They certainly were a mismatched group, but Rodeo didn't see how it couldn't work. No matter how much he detested certain members of their team, as long as they were on their mission that was forgotten on his end at least. He hoped that Charlie's joke would relieve some of the tension between them all-- no one had really laughed the entire trip out, and Rodeo had certainly attempted a joke or two to loosen them up. Maybe it was just him? Maybe Charlie would have more luck--
"Whoashit," the coughed out around a lungful of smoke when the leaper came slamming into Leah out of nowhere. He drew his gun instinctively, but Charlie was closer and already on the move. He resisted the urge to jump in when the leaper looked for a moment like it might overpower Charlie as well, and sure enough she did just fine without his unnecessary intervention. It was difficult for him to curb his protective instincts, even if he had learned well enough by then that Charlie didn't need protecting.
His eyes scanned Charlie over once the leaper was disposed of, searching for any bites or scratches on her. He felt uncomfortable with the idea of her being bitten ever since she suggested that the virus might evolve or mutate. He looked to Leah as well, hoping the woman wasn't hurt either. They didn't need to be down a hand, let alone have to turn back already if she was seriously injured.