[She moves to open the bag, but pauses with it in hand to snort, amused, at Knock Out's question.]
Dude, no. No, no. It's cleaned, it's cured, it's okay.
[It's not an unfair question to ask, what with voodoo this and voodoo that, but the rabbit's foot Sam pulls from the pouch is unremarkable: light brown and uncapped, the hide stitched together (carefully, if inexpertly) over the stump of its ankle. She sets it on Breakdown's finger for his inspection, shrugging.]
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Dude, no. No, no. It's cleaned, it's cured, it's okay.
[It's not an unfair question to ask, what with voodoo this and voodoo that, but the rabbit's foot Sam pulls from the pouch is unremarkable: light brown and uncapped, the hide stitched together (carefully, if inexpertly) over the stump of its ankle. She sets it on Breakdown's finger for his inspection, shrugging.]