[So that's it, as she'd started to suspect. Truthfully, she's relieved; he didn't seem like a bad fellow, and she's much happier to give him the benefit of the doubt than to go with the 'sociopath' theory.]
Well...
[Her eyes fall toward the rabbit about the same time his do, lips pausing as she tries to frame her answer. It takes her a little bit of quiet searching through her secondhand memories for confirmation's sake, and vetting for his sake.]
... To some people, maybe. [That much she can admit. Her eyes come back up to him, something oddly apologetic in them.] But not in any way that's good for the bunnies.
[How does one put, 'You've been trying to get your friends eaten,' gently?]
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Well...
[Her eyes fall toward the rabbit about the same time his do, lips pausing as she tries to frame her answer. It takes her a little bit of quiet searching through her secondhand memories for confirmation's sake, and vetting for his sake.]
... To some people, maybe. [That much she can admit. Her eyes come back up to him, something oddly apologetic in them.] But not in any way that's good for the bunnies.
[How does one put, 'You've been trying to get your friends eaten,' gently?]