Firefly Glen and now lets repeat the non-conformist oath

He hardly notices the woman's actions with the rabbit, though it vaguely registers somewhere in the back of his mind. His attention is taken by her next words anyway. Um... yeah. That way, He says, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his temporary home. He swallows again, ears flicking back uncertainly when he turns back to her. I'm uh... not very interesting, actually. I'm sorry.