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Rodeo shrugs off Nina's words about him helping-- showing up to kill some cats ain't quite helping when he can't help feeling at fault for the fact that Los Nahuales is still occupying the city at all. He should have pushed them out already, but they're still here-- menacing women, torturing junkies, peddling poison. He's got no doubt that Nina sees where his fault lies in that, but the reassuring words from her are nice to hear anyhow.
"Yeah, I know her," Rodeo nods, and his tone only confirms what Nina already suspects. LBJ's "security bitch", as he's wont to call her, is certainly not the best friend he's got here in this shelter. He steps into the room Savannah offered them, adjusting his cut as he glances around and takes stock of the room as he does everywhere he goes. He turns to her as she finishes her explanation, and even if he appreciates her honestly and understands the humor behind what she says, the truth stings a little with the weight of his guilty conscience. He knows she's right though, and he gives a shrug and smirks a little crookedly, drawing out his phone to text his sister. "I been meanin' to find a way to meet up with you anyhow," he says. "I got a lot I wanna tell you. But first, c'mere and take a picture with me. Baby girl ain't gonna believe it if she don't see it."