[His eyes slide to the dusty furball approaching them, and he jerks a thumb her way.]

Like I said, asshole, that dog's the one who did it. It's none of my business who goes around planting poisonous stuff.

[Then Connor looks at one of the plants, says his bit, and Ichimatsu's eyes actually widen. He glances at the leafy plant as if staring at an alien object.]

... the hell are you talking about?