"That's the price I pay for not seeing the aftermath myself, I suppose." He grimaces as he stoppers up his little sample and tucks it away. "Who knows, I might be able to get some good out of it. Can't have the reward without the risk, I suppose." He's just ignoring that sarcasm now, thanks.

Cannon sits up on his haunches and sort of glares at the bird. He's not a bunny prone to running, thanks, and his person's now armed with death water, apparently, so he's a little done with everything right now.