Rodeo had been expecting the phone call, but that doesn't mean he's been looking forward to it.
He knows his own weaknesses. His fatal flaws never change, for better or worse, and it's left him all too aware of what they are. He knows that this phone call will challenge him, but if he can't handle this, how can he expect his crew to handle the announcement he's planning to make tomorrow? Rodeo knows that half the battle will be leading by example. He also knows that there's too much at stake for him to fuck this up-- whether he likes it or not, Lansing has the upper hand. With just a whim, the man could make sure Adelaide never leaves the Capitol again. He could have her put on lockdown. He could turn her in to Olinger. He could execute her on the spot and probably not suffer a single repercussion from it. Adelaide seems to trust him to some extent, but Rodeo doesn't know what Lansing is capable of. Losing his temper during this call could have catastrophic consequences.
Rodeo is horribly aware of this as he answers his phone. He's already sweating, sitting shirtless at his kitchen table with a battery-powered fan blasting on his face and a mug full of moonshine in front of him. Sweet Melissa rests her chin down on his knee, but not even she can set his mind at ease.
"Hey baby girl," he greets, because he's sure of one thing, and it's that Adelaide is still holding that phone. He knows she wouldn't press send and hand it over so that her husband's voice is the first thing he'll hear. Adelaide is his greatest strength, and even hearing her for just a moment will be the grounding force he needs to remind him to keep his ego under control. "You gonna put the fella on?"