Rodeo isn't sure he understands very much of what she means, but that's his fault, not hers. She's a good teacher, but he's not a very good pupil. Frustration can make it difficult for him to listen properly, and when it comes to computers the frustration comes quickly. His brow furrows for a moment as he mulls over her words and tries to figure out what he does and doesn't understand, then just nods and lifts a hand to scratch it through his tousled blond hair. She's a smart woman, and he trusts enough in her abilities and her good sense to believe that she'll figure out the best way to get his message out and protect him at the same time.
"Alright," he says, tucking his hands into his pockets to keep them from showing signs of his restless anxiety. "Let's do it. Sooner we get this goin' the better. I got some important shit to say, darlin'."