There was a new building across the way from Rufio's warehouse. Or, at the least, he thought it was new. It wasn't anything he recognized from all his days and nights flying around the City, and he was sure he'd remember an old building like that. It looked cool, like something from an adventure.
Floating down to investigate he drew his sword, just to be safe, and hovered at the top of the windows on the first floor, under the porch's roof. The inside looked a little bit like some of the pirate's taverns, but in other ways cleaner, and with items from this world, too. Empty, though.
Rufio landed on the porch with a thud, laying his golden blade against his shoulder as he pushed at the door, opening it and then entering and looking around. No pirates. It was too clean for pirates. But if the City had just made it, maybe it was clean now but would get dirty later. Rufio glanced over his shoulder to check that his fort was still where he left it, then swaggered in, extending his sword to tap against tables and chairs.
"Hello? Hey, if there's any pirates in here, come out now and I won't kill ya," he called out, then stopped, getting the feeling he wasn't alone. He went very still ears perking till he caught what he was looking for. He leapt up onto the nearest table, swinging his sword a few times for show, knocking a chair over in the process. "I can hear you breathing! Come out and face the Pan! You won't win a hunting game against me!"