I am a Halovian. [He repeats tersely and with a slight huff. He doesn't need to be antagonized over nothing. But his wings are often the cause of jokes and name calling. Chicken wing, birdie, Mr Wings... the list goes on and on. Why would here be any different? People, no matter where they're from, tend to be the same.] Nothing more or less.

[As for the inane question... He's not sure if answering will make this situation better or worse for himself. But this seems like the kind of person that will keep bothering him until he relents.]

My head remains firmly attached. These wings are not strong enough for any sort of flight.

[There. Question answered. He wraps his coat firmer around himself and keeps his head down as he continues onward through the sewers, flattening his wings as best he can so they're out of sight and less likely to be touched again or even be noticed.]