Like Andrew knows about her limitations. He'd actually probably have the decency to tell her to go rest if he thought of it or if she commented about her current state, but as it is he's thinking mainly of his own mental exhaustion and the pain in his leg. And where has the Doctor got to? There's optimizing badly needed equipment, and then there's taking one's sweet time in the middle of a crisis.

Andrew leans lightly on Daine, frowning at the multiple exits from the room as he realizes he doesn't actually know where to go. He opens his mouth to tell her they need to go up to the console so he can ask the TARDIS, but is interrupted by a voice behind them.

"You would not believe the time I've had!" exclaims Andrew, slipping inside, glad the TARDIS door opened for him without any prompting. He stops as it clicks shut behind him, staring at the larger Andrew and the wolf. "...Not the first one here," he concludes. "And I'm going to assume that's Daine, because if it's not we really need to talk about who you let in here."