The taken-apart toys were not particularly interesting to Bunny, but the ritualistically scarred face of the newcomer got his attention - after his alarming smell of so, so many illnesses did. Bunny could smell the boy dying from across the Pole.

"Crikey, how many blood diseases do you have?" he asked in astonishment, loping a couple of meters near the kid and sniffing. He didn't have to get any closer to pick out the cocktail of hepatituses (hepatiti?) and a person that made up to look like a member of a death cult probably wasn't someone whose personal space to invade real quickly. "Has anyone taken you t'see a doctor yet?"