Really? You don’t strike me as someone who might have had a pet rabbit.

[Maybe a turtle or something. Or a goat. That’s neither here nor there though. Maya eyes the white rabbit gnawing on his leg and she bends down to grab it.]

At night when they’re sleeping, maybe we can come in and get them out of here with a net or some –

[She interrupts herself with a loud shriek when the rabbit turns on her instead, lunging at her with its teeth bared. It manages to latch itself on to her sleeve and hangs there much like it did with Apollo’s pant leg as she gently swings her arm about.]