While they talk Teagan continues to lean up against the truck and watch the big dark man, listen to the answers he gives Rodeo.
There's Spanish she knows and Spanish she doesn't. Growing up in Texas she's fairly familiar with swears, insults and exclamations- the sort of shit one hears when you're a kid grabbing for anything you're not supposed to know or say. She get's the gist of what's said even if the translation is purely through the expression he wears.
There's nowhere safe out here. Even the Dog Park's walls aren't foolproof but here there's loyalty. This place isn't run like a machine. The way they live has risks but no one here is a stranger. These days it's not where you suffer that counts but who you choose to suffer with.
This man is trying so hard and she has respect for that, for not losing it utterly. She's not bullheaded and so she pushes away from the truck and moves back over and Teagan joins the conversation again. She's brought him here, she'll risk bringing him back. "Who knows what they'll do, but I promised you a ride back, bag in your hand, bullet free. I might be a bit of a rattlesnake but I won't strike unless I need to. The world is fucked and sometimes you have to get a little crazy." She can't apologize though, she won't. She isn't sorry for making a call. There are no regrets. Not anymore. She's always looking forward, never back.