Rodeo is taking a safe route, passing the long way around the Capitol Building in order to cross town. He's quiet as he drives, eyes sharp and wary on the streets ahead. The blown tire is making a fucking racket, and Rodeo is afraid it will attract attention-- be it from geeks or from the Capitol's guns. He doesn't pay much attention to Gray as the man texts and then pulls himself up into the passenger seat. He finally tunes in once Gray starts talking to him, glancing briefly towards the other man before he sticks his watchful eyes back on the road. So it was a Ghoul who attacked Wolfe-- what the fuck could a Ghoul want with LBJ's leader, anyway? Rodeo's mind begins to race. Ghouls who aren't wash junkies, living in the subways, kidnapping shelter leaders... This sounds like something that he's going to need to deal with, and promptly. He grits his teeth, calming the rage that swells back up at the thought of a Ghoul rising to reclaim the underground.
"Just a couple? You know what they look like?" Rodeo isn't sure he'll know them if Gray describes them. He's had contact with many of the washers at least once before, but the sober Ghouls are beyond his reach. Which makes them even more of a threat to him. "They say what they nabbed you for? This some kinda power play?"
Rodeo hears the phone vibrate in Gray's hand. When Gray asks if he's James, Rodeo can only assume he's talking to Lady Wolfe, and his suspicions are confirmed when Gray says she wants to talk to him. Rodeo can't help cracking a grin, shaking his head. "Man, your old lady's a real piece o' work. I'm James, yeah, but most folks call me Rodeo. Got connected to Lady Wolfe through Dr. Singh, who told me you gone missing. Don't get pissed, your girl already beat her up plenty and she was only lookin' to help. She knows I ain't bad to have around in a bind. Tell the Lady Wolfe I'll get back to her when we make it to camp."