"G'day little Sheila," said Bunny. Over his shoulder, because he was still scanning the area around them for threats.

A stray breeze blew a scent from her direction his way, though, and he frowned as he leaned to catch it. "Who're your friends?"

There was more than the smell of goose and mythgirl around her. At least one of the smells was strange, even for a myth.

And focusing on that was, at the moment, a little easier to do than examining too closely the notion that human belief was getting that powerful.