It is a little surprising to hear that door being kicked, and while Sarge really, really doesn't feel like looking away from the crazy bitch with a knife, his eyes dart over real quick to see who their visitors are. And he growls when he sees who it is.
Because he doesn't really care about any good intentions. This is implying he can't handle his shit and he doesn't appreciate that one bit. Maybe he'll eve say that out loud when this is over and before he storms through those doors to find someone else to beat to a pulp out there. Sometimes that is all that keeps him together and people just don't get it.
"You don't look like someone anyone wants to bite. Don't need that to snap your fuckin' neck."
Circling around the girl Sarge shakes his head, cursing himself for letting his stupid friend and his stupid ideas distract him for a second. The last time he was distracted for a second they had to patch up his fucking lung.
He simply refuses to acknowledge Rodeo's presence because if he goes to punch him now the girl might stab him. Or worse, run off.
"They're gonna fuck off and babysit someone else."