Andrew yelps and squirms, trying too late to wriggle out of the Master's hands. The sudden change in altitude makes him dizzy. "Don't," he gasps. "Just -- just put me down. Please."

Part of him wants to tell the Master that he's mistaken -- as a mere copy, he might be deemed worthless and tossed aside. Then again, he might be literally tossed aside. Or, as the TARDIS feared, the Master might take his existence as a challenge to find a way to use him against the Doctor. For now, he holds his tongue.