Honestly, these two. It's hard for her to express her general exasperation while she's focused on keeping the larger Andrew on his feet, but once the smaller one is safely placed up on the console and the larger one is no longer moving around, she's free to turn and eye him. He really ought to know better than to manhandle himself like that. If he were Pack, she'd probably snap at him (or snarl, at least), but he's not. So she settled for grumbling low in her chest and then pressing her cold, wet nose to his cheek. Be nice, Andrew.