Just as Rodeo expects, she's right behind him and then Pinky at the tail end. He's brought along an umbrella and is trying to get it open, rain and blobs and all - he figures this is a smart solution. As soon as he gets the thing to open, a wind gust steals it from him and the Starry Night it was patterned after goes spinning around the parking lot.
There's no laughter. No teasing. They don't know what they're wandering into and the mood has been tense the whole way. It'd been a white knuckled ride.
At least Pinky has the sense to keep his mouth quiet when they come through behind Rodeo into the comic shop. Teagan's hand is already on her weapon, already getting ready to draw and shoot if that's what needs to happen. She doesn't play nice with these CHUDS and she aint gonna second guess shooting one right between the eyes. The whole world's better off as far as she's concerned. There's not one iota of sympathy there - addict or not.
Sarge is circling though and that makes getting a good shot more difficult than it ought to be.
Pinky is looking around for anyone else that might be hiding.