Rufio paused when the girl stood up, then straightened and sheathed his sword, grinning as he hopped back down to the floor and folded his arms over his chest.
"Maybe not. I'm the best hunter in Neverland! The Indians taught me," he said, walking around her slightly and looking her up in down. Not in any lusty manor, just that of a leader sizing up somebody new on his territory. Even sans the group he lead and his home front, Rufio hadn't let go of the mannerisms of the Pan.
Her question made him smirk. "A tavern. I thought I'd come here for a fight, but there's only a yellow girl here. No butthead pirates. Guess I'll have to go to the docks again tonight...." But maybe she didn't know where she was? "If you're new here, then, I guess you should know. You're in the City. Dunno what kind, but, you're stuck here. We all are."