The bigger Andrew turns to move, then halts again, following Daine's gaze. "Riiiiight," he drawls. "Or we were going, if we could work out which way. Come here and I'll lift you onto the console."

The little Andrew approaches, giving the larger one a dubious look. "Sure you're not going to keel ov--OI!" He's cut off mid-sentence due to having made the mistake of getting within arm's reach. The bigger Andrew snatches him up with moderate difficulty, wobbles in place and clutches at Daine's fur with his free hand to balance himself, then limps to the TARDIS console and deposits his loudly complaining counterpart upon it.

"Ask her for directions," demands the Andrew on the floor.