It's not every day you get scolded by a cat with a human head, but Andrew's not likely to savor it. He frowns at the implication that he's done anything wrong. "I needed to get here as quickly as I could," he explains impatiently. "I could spend all day hunting for myself, or I could come here and find out from the TARDIS where every...me...is in five minutes. Anyway, they'll be fine -- I'll be fine. I'm good at this sort of thing."

Speaking of which: "Found them yet, Doctor? Ought to be a few around Lexington...ish."