[Rabbit is squatting there in the middle of the floor, dustpan in hand when she steps inside. His mismatched optics flicker up after the woman and he can barely help himself:]
Meow?
[Resuming the sweeping.] Three? I think? Four if y-ya include that pan I snapped in half on accident... Maybe I s-should stop tryin' t' be a gentleman an' clean yer dishes. Don't seem t' agree with m-me.