Oh, ye of little faith. So many Andrews would have made it here if they hadn't been intercepted by well-meaning (or not so well-meaning) people, you wouldn't believe.

No, really, she probably wouldn't, considering they obviously have not made it here on their own, on the whole. The little Andrew gives Daine a somewhat leery look, not sure what she means by all that groaning, and totters closer when it becomes clear his larger counterpart isn't going to come meet him at the door. "Two of us?" he guesses, eying the other.

"Three of us," says the Andrew leaning on Daine. "One injured -- let's not merge yet or I'll fall over again. We're on the way to the medbay."