"I grew 'em," Bunny responds, stabbing the trowel in the ground. It was a little bit of an oversight of Jorgmund to let him have access to gardening tools when they make a big deal about not letting the New Hires have their weapons, given that there's all sorts of ways he can think to do some, ah, self defense with a trowel. Or a rake.

Not that he's looking to defend himself here, but one of his ears was tilted towards York as he approached before York spoke or Bunny acknowledged him.

"Haven't seen you around before," he points out, standing up to his full 6'1, his Australian accent thick enough to dig through with a trowel. "What brings you by, exploring? You hungry?"

His tone is not without reservation yet, but neither is it hostile as he evaluates the new New Hire with a prey animal wariness.