Rudolph rubbed his nose, leaving a smigde of dirt and grime behind. He hadn't done it to clean it. Nothing could probably get him completely clean again. Nothing except maybe scrubbing his skin raw. No. The nose rub and then the cheeky grin he threw Gwen's way was for an entirely different reason. While his face was still red, he wasn't an urchin for nothing. "Now, I never said I believed I was no one. I am someone." He puffed out his chest proudly as he thought of all the little ones in his care. "But to many I am not. Bleh." He stuck out his tongue in the direction of the shop floor. As if to say that people like the shop owner were the kinds of people that didn't care for him or his ilk. Which was highly likely.<br/><br/>His problem had mostly fixed itself by now, but Rudolph still made no move to raise. "My children should be glad to know that then. They are the ones I'm usually worried about getting beaten down. Many...Many don't survive you know. The cold or the starvation...Either one does them in and both at once?" He shook his head slowly. "Please don't take this the wrong way...But someone like you probably wouldn't understand. It sounds like the streets have never been your home. Or if so, not for long." He placed his hand on his chin and wiggled around on the floor to face Gwen. "You ever need anything, just ask for Rudolph or the Flier. Word will get back to me faster than you can blink. Well...Maybe not quite that fast."