A mutant? What was a mutant? Rufio laughed at the word, it even sounded funny in his head.
"I'm not a mutant, I'm a boy. A Lost Boy. Actually I'm the Pan, the leader, but my gang's not really around here so I just look after the girls on the docks and fight the mayor for fun." He drifted forward carefully and dropped the wrapper with the cake in her hand after making sure no blood from his bandage was on it. Girls didn't like blood, after all, though he didn't know why. It was kind of cool.
He floated backwards at an angle, putting his hands up behind his head and apparently relaxing on an invisible hammock, looking at her. "My name's Rufio. And I don't really care about cake. I got more, and you can always find that paper money stuff around if you need more. People keep saying the City gives it to whoever needs it, whatever that means." He crossed his combat boots and watched her wings for a moment, wondering what her happy thought was, and what she meant by 'mutant'. It must have been something from her world, maybe a special kind of kid. Maybe her version of the Lost Boys, who she was the pixie for?
She was obviously new here if she didn't know about the paper money. Well, it was obvious apart from her just saying she was new here. He wondered if she knew she couldn't go home yet, though he was reluctant to ask her about it. He didn't want to upset her, she seemed really cool for some reason. "What's your name?"