Rodeo laughs again, shaking his hair back from his face and then reaching down to scoop up the skateboard. It's only fair, he figures-- she showed him how she gets around, now he ought to show her how he does. Besides, he's not sure he could just let her go wander the streets back to wherever she came from without being sure she makes it back safe. No matter how good she is on that board, it ain't gonna get her out of some of the sticky situations that can arise out in the city. Men have guns, zombies have numbers, and gas burns. He doesn't much like the thought of anything bad happening to this sweet lady. He holds the skateboard out to North, simultaneously nodding towards the bag of cans at the end of the aisle. "You grab that, I'll give ya a ride wherever you're goin'. Long as you don't mind the fact that if anybody sees ya, they might start lecturin' you 'bout the company you been keeping."