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Thankfully, it didn't take them long to get to the cabin and she spoke of how she hoped there was a fireplace. Surely she was cold, judging from her state and the way she wrapped her arms around herself. He turned his head to look over her before his gaze returned to the door. "You lose your jacket along with your way," he questioned sarcastically, and somewhat rhetorically. The door was stiff but after a bit of shoving, he managed to push it over, stepping inside and look at his surroundings. When she entereed after him he closed the door behind her. Truth be told, he was glad to see it was still abandoned. He had assumed as much when he initially saw it but one couldn't be too sure. After quickly surveying the area, he made his way to the fireplace, using the wood that was near the area and started tossing it in before lighting a match to get it started.

"Happy?" He asked with a bit of sarcasm once again. He then proceeded to take off his jacket, spreading it out on a chair near the fire so that it would dry. He continued to look around the place, going to the bathroom and grabbed the towel that was there, wiping his face with it, before picking up the other for the girl. He tossed it out into the main area, assuming she would see it and take it. He then went into one of the rooms and conveniently finding a blanket. Semeed this place was stocked up pretty good. Lucky for them. He put the towel around the back of his neck and picked up the blanket, going back to the main room. "Here," he said handing it to her.

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Rufio had been spending time in the woods, still growing accustomed to not being watched or heard every moment of every day. It was a liberty that even after twenty eight years of being here . . . he still hadn't entirely adjusted to. The day had started out nicely, but a sudden storm hit causing a massive downpour. Fortunately, Rufio had scouted the area and knew there was an abandoned cabin not far. He jogged through the rain, making his way thruogh it thougha abruptly stopped when he heard something else. Someone else running. He pulled out a dagger, his instincts kicking in to defend himself just in case.

One could always expect nothing less than strange things in Storybrooke. Normally Rufio wouldn't care about anyone else nearby, but this person was close, and on his route. He continued on his path and in the distance, saw a young girl. The rain didn't bother him much, but she was making a run for it. Was she going to where he was heading for shelter? "Hey!" He shouted out to her, hoping it was enough to make her stop running. "What the hell are you doing out here?" He demanded as he walked toward her. His eyes scanned their surroundings. It appeared she was alone. So either she was lost or . . . well, Rufio couldn't think of a better explanation as to why she was out here all by herself.

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Rufio had a bad feeling about this. Ever since he saw all the Neverland dwellers come off the pirate's ship . . . something didn't sit well in the former lost boy. How would Pan just, let them leave? Surely he had put up more of a fight or . . . this was what he had wanted all along. Rufio didn't know what it was; paranoia perhaps. He just, had a chill that he couldn't shake. He had already talked to Tinkeberll, but now he wanted to gather more information from someone that everyone in this town looked too. Well, one of the people. Rufio knew of David from what others said, and considering he was Sheriff, well, it was better to ask him rather than the woman of the child who was taken.

Rufio's time in Storybrooke during the curse made him more comfortable going ot a known figure rather than someone who had come not all too long ago.   In addition to being distrusting and paranoid, Rufio was also extremely cautious. None of the lost boys knew that he had survived. He was reported dead before thrown aboard the ship in his unconscious state. It was best to keep it that way before he could further assess the situation. Despite his limited years outside Neverland, it wasn't enough to eliminate that feeling of always being watched and heard. Privacy was not always a luxury in Pan's world and he was still growing accustomed to the freedom of this place. However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to take the necessary precautons.

He was standing against the wall of the Sheriff's station, anyone who had left from it didn't seem to notice him . . . not that there were that many people who had. He was merely waiting for David to emerge. To further camoflauge himself, he had his hood up, and his hands in his pocket. To any on looker, he supposed this could be a very shady sight of him leaining against the wall for a rather long period of time . . . but this was necessary. When he finally saw the co Sheriff walk out toward his car, Rufio glanced every which way before following him from behind stopping when David did. Standing behind the man, Rufio spoke. "I need to talk to you," he said in a low voice. Yes; shady indeed.

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Tink allowed him inside and Rufio felt instantly better now that he was within the walls and privacy of her place of stay. It was a rather uncommon feeling, of not being watched all the time. He had grown so used to it being in Pan's territory for so long, that having this sort of freedom was . . . odd. But in a good way. "I hate pirates," he grumbled, displeased with them, regardless of whether they spared his life or not. He woudln't have had it not been for Tinkerbell. She told him that she missed him, that she was glad he hadn't been there any more for he would have gotten killed. "So could you have," he told her.

"If Pan had known that you knew of my plans, he would have killed you too for treason." Whatever rule Pan held over everyone, breaking them had their consequences. "I never would have willingly left without you." He was not pleased that he had. "So what I have to say is that you shouldn't have done that," he told her. He knew that he should be thanking her, but he had been far too fearful thinking that something had hapepned to her . . . and now he was able to express that as they were reunited after so many years. "Dumping me on a ship full of pirates was not the solution." And because he saw himself as a leader . . . he didn't like others making such decisions for him. Especially when it involved those -- or a particular person -- that he cared about.

Rufio was indeed deep in thought. A plan had started to take formation, and he knew full well that it was one that could very well cost him his life. But it was worth it. He already had a couple of the lost boys on board, but they were only ones he trusted emphatically. In fact, he had been further encouraged after a conversation with one of thme, boldly speaking about Pan. Rufio was aware that Peter was canniving enough to set that whole thing up just to weed out any potential traitors . . . but Rufio trusted his gut, and it was telling him that these boys were not carrying out some evil ploy. Their feelings were genuine. And that was when what had only seemed like a dream, could become a reality. Rufio was going to overthrow Pan and take control of the island. He was pulled out of his deep thoughts when he heard Tinkerbell say his name. He didn't often venture from the company of the others . . . in fact, that only time he did was when he was with Tinkerbell, if she was not with all of them.

And such moments like this, were indeed a rarity. But he couldn't help but feel protective of the woman. She reminded him of someone he lost many years ago, and had reignited those frateneral instincts that he once had. "You of all people know how untrue that is," he answered, not denying that he did have something on his mind, but also knew that Pan could be listening. That was part of the problem; he had spies everywhere. "Even when we're alone, we may not be." He was aware that he was being ominious, and gave her a short nod, to indicate that there was something, but he felt unsafe to speak about it in the open like this . . . even though they were in a hammock, away from the rest of the group.