Rabbit was frankly having a hard time processing what was happening to him right now. A mere hour ago he was afraid for his life as he ran away from slavery, and now... He had just been given a job on a ship. And an actual job, not a 'do this thing or we cause you pain' type job. He would be paid, and he wouldn't get pushed around all the time. And he had a room. Gingerly, he patted the bedspread of the bed. It was hardly anything fancy- if anything, it was actually sort of cheap, itchy fabric on a thin mattress, but the idea of it being his was overwhelming. "Thank you," he said, managing to keep his voice level. Quickly, he forced himself to think about something else. "What... What's this ship called? And, um, is there anything I can do to help right now?" The fact that he wasn't doing anything right now was frankly making him a little anxious- like if he waited too long they would decide they were tired of him and get rid of him.<br/><br/>However, before Grace could answer his question, his stomach growled- loud enough to be heard by anyone else who would have been standing near by. He flushed bright red. "I'm sorry, I-" he tried to think of an excuse. "I didn't get a chance to eat anything today, so..." He trailed off awkwardly, feeling rather embarrassed. They had offered him a job and a place to stay and the first thing he did was ask for things.