Ah. Leon gets the sense he's missteped a little here, the apologetic look taking a turn for the guilty.

"You're as much or as little of an animal as I am, by my figuring," he says, hoping that it comes across like he means it to. "Wilder, sure, but it's my own fault for being cooped up in the city for so long. Means you know your way around a rabbit better than I do. Does this look right?"

He gestures at the rabbit he's still cleaning, good for a first try but nowhere near as neatly done as hers, especially around the limbs, where he had some trouble avoiding putting holes in the hide in his attempt to separate it from the feet.