Rodeo feels her clinging to his shirt, so he holds her a little tighter in turn, as if he isn't already halfway crushing the life out of her. Two years. He had gone to Tennessee looking for her, and she had already been here. He shakes his head, thinking of all the nights spent in sleepless worry, thinking of all the untold dangers he's waltzed into looking for her. He doesn't regret it-- he knows he had to look until he found her. But he could have had her in her arms so much sooner than this.
"I know," he says, nodding at her words. "I... when I got out, I stuck someone else in there. Just in case the zombie shit blew over and ol' Uncle Sam came countin' heads, lookin' for the ones that got away. I never thought you'd go there." Rodeo looks over to Sarge as he picks up the mess, and he eyes the meat in his hands carefully. "They didn't get hurt or nothin', did they?"