Rodeo grins at her when she answers the door with her good-natured come-ons and sexy little pose, but it's obvious from the start that he's distracted. He usually would be firing those joking flirtations right back at her, sweet-talking her up and down like he's really trying to get her into his bed. This time he comes in more subdued, ducking his tall shoulders as follows her through the entranceway into the tent. He glances around at the pieces and parts, but then his gaze returns to Rayanne. Something's eating him up, and though his face is warm and kind as always, the stress he tries to hide is apparent in his expressive blue eyes.
"Reckon I got a problem only my own personal Geek Squad might be able to solve," Rodeo says, slipping his hands into his pockets as he stands in the center of Rayanne's tent. He wonders how her man would feel about him being here, but he doesn't really care. The prospect wouldn't have any place telling the Dog King where he can and can't go in his own camp. The tent might be his, the woman might be his, but in the end there's nothing here that doesn't belong to the King. So Rodeo doesn't bother asking about Gavin. It isn't an issue as far as he's concerned. "I was wonderin' if there's a way to get a message out to someone with that network thing, even if they ain't in Austin."