Andrew laughs out loud before he can remind himself that Daine is not Harry and can understand perfectly well when she's the butt of a joke. It's hardly his fault, though, is it? "You're going to explain that later," he informs her, curious but aware that he won't be getting any answers out of her at present. Reminding himself again that she is his human friend, not his dog, he refrains from petting her and carefully stands up, testing his leg before he puts his weight on it.

"Molto bene," he says in relief when it proves solid. "That's me sorted -- we should get back up to the console room and see if there's any news."