Rufio huffed at the idea of it being dangerous out. Despite the pair he'd run into he only thought he should stay away from the woods right now, since obviously all of the dangerous nutjobs were running around the woods after the storm.
"I'm not afraid of the dark," he scoffed, the idea making him wonder why he should be. The dark was something that some Lost Boys feared at first, until they learned the right games to play that made it not as scary. "And parents are stupid. Don't have any, don't want any." Except maybe a mother, but he wasn't about to tell this old man that.
He also wasn't about to bring up his home. The warehouse was too damaged to be a decent shelter at the moment, but he'd fix it. He wasn't about to let the man know where it was.
He lowered his sword as he completed his circle around the man. He hadn't moved and wasn't scared. That meant he just didn't want to fight, and while normally Rufio would antagonize him and try to start something, he just wasn't in any condition to be fighting at the moment. He sheathed his sword, then crossed his arms over his chest defensively.
"I can stay where I want to. Why don't you go home if you're so scared?"