[Rabbit doesn't answer the question, mostly because he doesn't trust himself to say yes without too much stuttering nervousness.]
Residential, [he repeats with a clicking nod, mouth set in a line. Civilian rescue? Just like old times.] I'll h-head over right away. Don't get caught up in anythin' bad, Dean. I'll b-be waitin' t' drag ya out t' milkshakes after, got it?