Rodeo's brows lift slowly at her words, and a smirk spreads over his lips in time. He tips his head, not looking concerned in the slightest by her statement. "You reckon you could steal it from me, little bit?" Rodeo asks in his rough-edged drawl, a slight taught present in his tone. "And then what? Ride away on your... what's that, a skateboard?" Rodeo leans to the side, squinting at the object strapped to her back. His eyesight is poor enough as it is, but it's worse in the dim light of the store. He concludes that it is indeed a skateboard, so he drops back against his chair and purses his lips in interest. "You been ridin' a skateboard around out here, darlin'?"