Rufio looked over, stopping his effort when the man spoke and then glaring at him. He didn't have to go disabling the traps, after all. Avoiding them was enough to earn Rufio's respect in the matter of keeping oneself our of trouble.
"The police don't get to come in here. This is my home, they'll mess everything up," he said, dropping the legs and then standing up straighter when the man walked over, determined not to be intimidated. Whenthe guy touched him he grunted, shoving the hand away and then stepping back.
"I don't need to be looked at. He hit me, it hurts to breath. I just gotta lie down, it's not the first time I've been hit before," he said, squirming to try to get away without moving his side too much. The medicine man in the indian tribe had taught the Lost Boys a thing or two about recognizing life threatening injuries over the years, and other than wrapping his middle up until he couldn't breathe anyway Rufio didn't see what could be done by any of the "doctors" in the City.