Rodeo looks at that SUV, eyeing it with a stubborn kind of wariness. It's clean and safe and he ought to be glad she has it, but he doesn't want her to get into it and be apart from him right now. He glances back at his men as they emerge from their hiding places, coming out to join their Dog King in front. When his gaze goes back to Adelaide, his look is cautiously hopeful. His baby sister was never all that wild about his bike, but he reckons she learned to love it the same way she tries to love all the rough and low-down bits of him. He's not sure how she feels about it now, but he holds out his hand to Adelaide, wanting her to take it and come with him.
"I'll make the prospect drive it in," he says. "If you wanna ride with me. I got a real nice Dyna, you oughta see how it flies, baby girl."