Siffleur is in a great mood - a glowing mood even. Instead of moving around with his usual blank expression, he's got a smile on his face. It's been so long since he had anything to eat that wasn't processed by the ship, or human, and he's feeling truly re-energized.

He's also wandering the ship in case he spots the rabbit again. Not that he thinks he'll get a second chase in a row, but there's a part of him that hopes anyway, the same part that returns to a burrow in case there's another rabbit in there.

As he walks, he catches a whiff of something rabbity smelling. His head swings around looking for the rabbit - but also glancing at the faces of any strangers to see if they recognize him. Maybe it was just a speaking rabbit, but he's learned to expect shapeshifters in this place.