Rodeo can see that she doesn't have the best form, but somebody showed her how to hold that gun and she clearly learned it well. Still, she couldn't have had all that great of a teacher. He could've taught her better. Rodeo takes note of that. He's holding his gun with one hand, which is hardly ideal, but he isn't too worried. He's gotten out of tighter scrapes than this.
"S'alright, Doc. I'm a real good one," Rodeo assures her, a smirk tugging at his mouth despite the shufflers closing in. He's about to make a move, but then she argues against taking her stash before she goes. Rodeo's nose flares, and it's clear he wants to argue against that. He doesn't like the idea of being in debt to anybody, not even to this bombshell with a PhD and an awesome rack. He doesn't care if it would be an excuse to see her again and he doesn't care that it might put him at risk. He doesn't owe anybody. That's the bottom line.
He's about to go off on her, about to really lay in and correct her misconception about how things are going to go once they walk out that door, but then she reaches out and she grabs his wrist. The touch surprises him, and that surprise totally takes the steam out of his righteous indignation real quick. He stops looking at the zombies, dropping his gaze instead to her hand on his arm as if he's got to see it to believe it. He only takes an instant to soak it all in before he's bringing his gaze up to Lita's face and returning that nod.
"You bet, darlin'," he says. And then he's moving. He throws his shoulder against the door, opening it and glancing out to make sure that there are no immediate threats. The parking lot still seems clear, so Rodeo holds the door open for her and turns the barrel of his gun back towards the geeks in the restaurant. He can't help but notice that the zombies are more focused on Lita than they are on him-- Wheeler is already dead meat, and his hulking mass is enough to throw them off Rodeo's scent significantly. The splash of blood on Lita probably just seems like a garnish to these gnashing cretins. Rodeo lets that one sink in for a moment, and it gets him real nice and pissed off. He grits his teeth, and as Lita moves through the door he's holding, Rodeo fires a bullet into the face of one geek who keeps smacking the remnants of his tongue against his lips. The sound of the ACP hitting the geek's teeth and burrowing up into his skull is enough of a racket to stir up the rest of 'em, and Rodeo ducks out in a flash after Lita, kicking the door shut behind him hard enough to halfway sever an arm that tries to reach out after them.
"Fuck," he curses unabashedly, because a swarm twice the size of the one in the restaurant is coming around from the side of the building. He walks backwards, firing off at a few runners trying to push their way through the throng. He realizes something suddenly, and he glances over at Lita as they back up towards their vehicles. "My keys. In my right pocket. You gotta get 'em out." One of his arms is straining to hold onto Wheeler, and he can't lower the gun he holds in the other. It'll only take one runner getting through the crowd. He has no idea if she's immune or not.