[ ... odd. everything about this girl is odd. both what she's saying and the way she says it, as well as her priorities feel strange, and lop finds himself staring at her for a moment before ducking his gaze. ]

Sorry. I just meant ... -- yes. I'm not human. I'm a Rabbit.

[ it would probably dangerous if she steps too much closer, so lop hesitates for a second longer before easing himself out of the tree, dropping onto a drier patch of land with only the faint splat of mud. he still can't quite bring himself to look properly at oona though, and keeps his head canted away oddly as he continues. ]

You said you'd recognize me, if I weren't new. Does that mean you're used to this place? [ wherever 'this place' is. ]