It doesn't occur to Daine that the TARDIS hasn't recognized her yet (how else could Andrew have roped a cat into acting as his personal taxi service?), so she walks right in once the door is opened, not wanting to seem as twitchy as she was the first time. Being in cat shape makes things a bit interesting, and she swivels her ears to catch little noises she hadn't heard the first time around - and resolutely tries not to get too distracted by the blinking console lights.

She heads for the chair, figuring it'll be more comfortable for both of them and get Andrew a bit closer to head height. It's no great leap for a cat, but she expects it will unseat Andrew if the darking doesn't help. Reshaping her mouth for a moment, she orders, "Hold on, both of you." Secret stirs around her neck, and Daine gives him a moment to grab onto Andrew before jumping up onto the chair.

There we are. Much better than the floor. Daine stretches along the seat, giving herself a breather and making it easier for Andrew to get down.