Secret tilts its little head to the other side, confused. "TARDIS tries," it offers. "Andrews too tiny. Have to... re-cal-ib-rate," it finishes, sounding pleased that it remembered the word.

Daine, meanwhile, has decided it's about time she joined them. Between the greenery and an awning, there's plenty to block the view of her descent to the ground - and her actual presence on said ground. She carefully picks her way over to Andrew's shrub, but halts behind the darking so she doesn't spook him. She gives him a concerned look - or as concerned a look as a hawk can manage - and lets out a quiet cheep.

"Wildmage," Secret says, pointing helpfully at Daine.