"That's what my sister says," Colin says. "Never skinned a rabbit, myself. Not much for the whole hunting thing. Spacer upbringing. Never had to sneak up on a replicator."

He smirks slightly, then he gestures to the pen. "I'm planning on it, but for now, they're not hurting anyone right here. I'm hoping that their presence will lure a few others so I can trap them and get a whole lot in there," he explains.

He just won't say that the scent of dead rabbit has probably killed any chance of that happening for the rest of the night.