Will he understand her meaning if she heaves a long-suffering sigh? Well, she's going to go ahead and sigh at him, anyway. Then she lifts her head to watch the smaller Andrew, wondering just what he has to do to get directions. She's big enough now that she could probably get her paws up on the console and reach things with her nose, but she doubts the TARDIS would appreciate it, and the idea of trying to manipulate any of those controls with just an impatient little Andrew to give her directions is not at all appealing.