Rodeo listens to it all, the wheels turning in his mind. The stranger isn't surrendering all the details, but he's opening up a bit, clearly no longer geared up for a fight. To Rodeo, that's a good sign. He listens to what the guy says, analyzing each statement, trying to fill in the blanks. The parts that he's not telling them. He notices the stranger doesn't tell them what job he did in his old brick cage, and he doesn't tell them what brought the shelter down. But Rodeo doesn't need to know the specifics on that to know what happened. The man makes it clear enough-- it was human error. A weak link. Rodeo thinks he's done everything he can to avoid having weak links in his camp, but what Marcus describes is a fear of his anyway.
When Marcus gets to the bit about his bike, Rodeo's brows shoot up. So he rides, too. Damn, trust Teagan to deliver in a huge way, even when she doesn't mean to. Supplies are necessary, but a good man is even harder to find. If this guy turns out to be reliable and wants to ride with them, that's even more valuable than the truck and everything else in it.
Now the stakes are a little higher for Rodeo. He wants this guy to stay on, to join his crew. But he has to know that's what he wants, too. He has to give him all the facts. When Teagan confirms that she'll bring Marcus back to his bike, Rodeo looks back at her and nods. He brings his gaze back to Marcus, lifting his brows entreatingly. "The shelter folks, they might take you to your stuff if you asked 'em. And it's safe there. Probably safer than it is here, I'll tell you that. See, everything here is dead and gone 'cept for the law. There's a couple shelters, but all of 'em gotta answer to the Capitol. Bunch o' government stiffs who reckon they're still relevant. You gotta pay your taxes still, too. You live in the shelters, you gotta bring half your earnings to the Capitol so they can eat, too. Else they don't give you water, or medicine, or keep you safe from what's out there." Rodeo gestures between him and Teagan after that. "Us, we ain't about that. We don't need to pay somebody to help keep us alive, and we don't wanna be stuck in a cage. We find what we need, we keep what we find, we watch each other's backs. It ain't always safe and sometimes it ain't pretty, but we don't trust the Capitol and we don't wanna work for somebody's else's bread. You don't want no part of that, I don't blame you. We'll take you to your bike, tell you where your safe houses are, and you ain't gotta see this place again. You wanna ride with a family who'll fight and die for you, you stay here with us. It's your choice, brother."