"Yeah, well, just don't get pissed if it makes someone stab you later on down the line."

Which is about the end of Billie's piece. She's said it, it's done. Deirdre freezes when the rabbit glares at her, the tern paused mid-step, considering. Quickly enough, she decides a rabbit can't do anything to her anyway, so she finishes striding over to prod at him with her beak.

That draws Billie's attention back towards those two, though, and she frowns at the bird's antics.

"That isn't Strange's rabbit," she scolds, sighing. Well, that one is a hare, technically, but whatever. "Come on, get away from it."