She just keeps talking and talking and talking, and Rodeo makes it very clear he isn't listening. He stares at her with a cold and pitiless expression. He finally lowers his gun, at least, while his other hand hooks a thumb into his belt loop. It's a rather suggestive pose, one that he hopes sends the right sort of message. "You know what happens to girls here?" he asks her, lifting his brows. He's counting on the rumor mill here. The Dogs certainly don't force any woman into submitting to the life of a Hound Whore, but he bets that's a detail that gets left out in the stories people tell. He can only imagine the tall tales of sex slavery abuse that must circulate around the city. Nobody comes here and nobody knows the truth. He hopes she's at least heard enough lies about his camp to think the worst.