Daine turns her head to train her eyes on Andrew's leg as Secret loops itself back around her neck. Not that she can see much besides the scuffed state of his trousers. Her eyes are good, but she doesn't have x-ray vision, and she's not about to change her head to dolphin shape. If nothing's broken, there'd be nothing for her to see, anyway.

Looking back up at the littlest Andrew's face, she lets out a concerned little cheep. However bad it is, she hopes she hasn't made it worse.