Rodeo's brows lift faintly when Marina says Vic has kissed her. Vic ain't like the other guys, he doesn't drool after the bitches. Rodeo's always suspected it was out of respect for Zhenya, or maybe just for the good of her little boy, that Vic kept his hand outta the honey pot. If Marina was just crashing in the trailer and helping keep it neat, Rodeo wouldn't be that surprised-- he knows the Enforcer might cut an imposing figure, but he's got a warm heart. He takes folks in and treats 'em like family. (Rodeo had asked Mama Volka to teach him to say teddy bear in Russian, and for a long time it was his nickname for the Enforcer-- but he dropped if after Z died, too heartbroken to keep using the nickname she'd taught him.) But Vic hasn't just taken in another stray with Marina, not if he's been kissing her. Something else is going on there. Rodeo is sure now that puts Marina off limits, but he's far more glad that his friend might have found companionship than he is concerned with the loss of a good lay.
"Vic's a good man," Rodeo says, sitting down at the table and reaching over to flick on the CB, fiddling idly with the dials. "He's always helpin' folks, y'know? But he ain't always kissin' 'em. You can say that's all that happened, but when we're talkin' about the Enforcer, that's a lot." Rodeo looks back to Marina, ready to get down to business now. "So this is how the cats chat, huh? Pretty clever. These things got some range. They got their own channel?"