[Letty, following her into the room, is looking her over too. She spots the scratches and, without asking, reaches for the girl's wrist to pull her hand up where she can see the damage. She's not gentle, but she is careful.]

Good. I don't know what the hell the furball is doing, but it seems to be working. For now.

[She can see the cleaning efforts, anyway, and there's not as much damage as there could be; impressive, for a rabbit, but not bad. Letty lets go and disappears for a moment into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of tylenol and a glass of water, both of which go onto the coffee table before she reclaims her beer and a seat in one of the chairs. She folds one leg up under her and levels her dark eyes on Lydia.]

Wanna tell me what's going on now?