[Bunny was waiting specifically for her, so he's already loping over when she calls.] Got something for you to smell.

[He has his boomerang holster in his paws, and he upends it, pinching the corner of a scrap of torn blanket between the tips of two claws.]

I picked up as much of the killer's scent as I could. Try not to touch it, but get a good whiff. If you smell any trace of that while you're about, you sound the alarm straight off, got it?