Clark's brows lift and he nods in agreement. He's pretty sure that has less to do with his senses being out of whack and more to do with the product itself. He smooths the fabric over his chest and returns to check on his food. It is just about done if he can just eat around all the now inedible parts. "I think you're right to play it safe in this case."

He pokes at the dish with a sigh. It's now he notices what she's up to. He looks from the rabbits to her and notes she took his glass with a grateful smile. "Thank you. Is that your job here? Hunting?" It sounds more curious than disbelieving coming from him. He did grow up on a farm, after all. Karen Page hunting wouldn't be all that weird to him.