[It's rare that something truly takes him by surprise, but this? This does it. The sudden appearance somewhere totally unfamiliar is one thing, and the fact that he can't even shapeshift enough to change his hair color is a very unwelcome aspect of the place as well-- the mob of fuzzy things is just the weird cherry on the interdimensional cake, here.

Oleander's perched on a bench, just allowing himself to be mobbed by the several bunnies congregating at his feet; he's not too hard to notice, what with the bright pink hair and equally loud clothes. It might be hard to guess at gender at a glance, though- his features are very androgynous and the style of that outfit gives little indication.

He's keeping an eye on the animals for now, watching them thoughtfully.]

Awful strange way to keep a food supply, if you ask me. [That's directed at a particularly inquisitive rabbit, as he leans down to prod at it.]