"I have yet to," Greer said of the other enclosure. As long as she avoided the Australian pen, she could keep her wits about her. "What was in that one?" She crouched as the skeletal rabbit came further out of the bushes, wondering if she could encourage it to come closer. It looked tinier than she thought it ought to, but again that must have been the lack of fur. It seemed to consider her outstretched hand, hopped closer a little bit, but didn't hazard coming within reach. Smart of it, not that Greer was going to do anything other than give it a little pet on the head, but even dead it had good survival instincts. What a thought.