A wabbit who can make fire... They're all quaking in their boots now, I bet. [The joke is that wabbits don't have opposable thumbs.]

[But his tone is light as well, as he crosses his legs and scratches one stray mosquito bite, then another. Goddess, they just love his blood, don't they?] I think I'll be fine - we won't be out here long enough for me to construct anything of use, or get to work on any of my projects. Forced vacation is just how it is, then.

[Though he'd prefer a nice beach to sun himself on, rather than the threat of getting eviscerated by vines.]