[The way she speaks is honestly somewhat confusing to the automaton—does she need medical help or not?? Humans were so weird—but Rabbit manages to remain where she stood beside the stranger, fingers twitching twice before she shifts with a soft whiiirr of gears and creak of joints into a kneel, the sharp toe of her boot pointing out towards the sea.]

Ya don’t look so bad! Walter knows I ain’t quite as p-p-put together as I’d like t’ be—[mismatched optics flicker down to her white gloves and the blood that now stained them. Rabbit’s mouth curls downwards at the sight.] —But I’d s-s-say we look pretty g-good for cute ladies stranded on a deserted island!

…Oh? [Her head clicks back to the woman, regarding her with a unreadable expression, optics glowing softly.] Ya l-lost somethin’ important? Yer WiFi password?