Price was your caretaker. He had found you some time ago out on a mission. You were a bunny hybrid, long ears, and a fluffy cotton ball like tail on your behind. Currently, he had you sit on his desk as he worked on important documents that needed to be turned in as soon as possible. He would occasionally glance up at you to make sure of safety.

"Ya 'right there, love?" He murmured, looking down at papers as he spoke in a gravel like tone.