Rodeo is supremely glad for Bishop's presence right about now. This girl bewilders him, unnerves him, and disarms him in every way. He wants to sit her down and ask if she's okay, offer her food and water and a few moments of kindness and security. He wants to chain her down and make her detox off this rotten rat poison. He wants to save her, and at the same time he itches for his gun, itches to put a bullet between those strange eyes before this skinny little girl can get any closer to him. He finds her heartbreaking and horrifying in equal measure, and he wonders if maybe this is all because his head is a mess with the stress over Sarge's quarantine. He can't trust his own judgment today. He's relying entirely on Bishop to make the call.
"Rodeo," he answers. Sometimes he doesn't give any kind of name these junkies, lets them think of him as Dog King and nothing more. But this girl might not be beyond saving, and if there's any hope for her, Rodeo feels like it might start with her trusting him. "This fella here, you can call him Bishop," Rodeo adds, nodding back towards his Chaplain. His eyes don't leave Emilie. "You went at it with a real big dog yesterday, Emilie. You alright? Why'd you wanna show up and fight that fucker? Sure you're good with that knife and all, but he's a mean brawler with a bad temper and a loaded gun. You always takin' risks like that?"