There it is. A break in all the bubbly bullshit. Rodeo watches her sober up and start talking about her weird little colony of hormone-hyped kids, and this time he's actually interested. Granted, all of it gives him the creeps something fierce, but at least she seems to have a grasp on the situation. But there's something about the way she's talking that strikes Rodeo, something that gets his hackles up and tells him this girl ain't just a follower when it comes to this spare-none policy. He lets silence settle after her last words, watching her for several long beats, his brow furrowed faintly. When he finally speaks, the cruel edge to his voice has lessened slightly.
"You're someone over there." It's a statement. He's sure of this. "Who are you?"