That smile, it was the sort of smile that could cause nightmares in small children. It was just another notch on the post of things that made this young woman spooky. Bishop’s not fazed by it, instead he’s offering her a smile of his own. This one bright and if offered to anyone else could almost be called charming. “Careful who you go baring your teeth like that to,” he warns. It’s about as much of a reaction as the girl’s going to get out of him. He makes a mental note though that this girl is more than she seems, he can’t place exactly why his gut his giving him that feeling - it just is.
He can’t quite put his finger on it. Which only makes him watch her closer.
The questions begin and Bishop knows the deal. Rodeo does the talking while he sits back and watches, observes, looks for even the slightest clue or hint as to whether they should move forward or abort this. He makes himself comfortable, setting aside the satchel and letting his hand fall to rest on the hilt of the knife at his hip. His posture is relaxed, shoulder leaning up against a shelf while his eyes are fixed on the junkie as they wait for her response.