Rufio was confused for a moment, having only been grouching at a metaphorical discomfort making the guards so angry, but after a moment she shrugged it off and let it go.
"I'm not afraid of guns," he grunted. "I've been shot. It's not so bad." That was a lie, of course, but he wouldn't show weakness to this stranger. Even if he was following him around.
His eyes narrowed. "Yeah. I knew Peter. I was his lieutenant. Then he flew off and never came back, so then I was in charge. Then I got kidnapped to the City place, and now here, so who cares."