She's even prettier up close, but that isn't what catches Rodeo's eye the most. One of the worst things a person can be is uncertain, and this girl ain't that at all. She walks like she knows where she's going, she talks like she knows what she's saying, and she looks at him like she knows what he's up to. He's real glad he didn't wear his cut now-- he's not sure he wants this lady to know just how right she is.
He's still feeling pretty relaxed about it all until she reacts to the man in the trunk. She pushes past him, she curses him, and then she orders him around. And he kind of likes every minute of it. He sort of feels bad for focusing so much on how much he sweats this hot little doctor when his man is probably dying in the back of his truck, but only sort of. He still hops to action when she gives him the order, nodding resolutely and dragging Wheeler out of the truck bed.
"Sorry, brother," he grunts, hauling up the dead weight of his gunned-down man. He has to brace the man over his shoulder, holding on this legs and leaving him dangling down his back, so that one of his arms is still free to grab his gun if he needs to. He looks towards the doctor, but once he sees her grabbing her supplies he heads towards the doors. If the place isn't empty, he'd rather be the one to find out about it. He's ready to draw as he walks into the restaurant, but the place is quiet when he enters. He focuses on the silence, ignoring Wheeler's groans, and picks up a glass votive holder off a table. He chucks it at the wall, and the glass makes a nice racket as it shatters and rains down. Rodeo holds his breath. He listens close.
Nothing.
If there were any geeks in here, the noise would have brought 'em out. He relaxes slightly, moving forward to grab one of the tables. Still straining to hold on to his man, he shoves the table towards another, lining them up so that he can finally drop Wheeler on top of them. The two tables together are just long enough to fit him, and Rodeo shakes out his arm after he's laid his man out, his muscles slightly strained from holding on to him.
"Shit. Oughta have cut back on them Funyuns 'fore you went and caught a bullet," Rodeo grumbles.