With Almondine there to lend Andrew some additional support, Daine resigns herself to keeping a lookout for any nosy two-leggers who might be passing by. She doesn't like turning her back on Andrew, despite her awareness that he likes to have some privacy (or he does when he's thinking about it), but needs must. Her eyes scan the crowds outside for gawkers, but her ears are trained on the Andrews.

Let me know when he's done, please, she requests of Almondine. She doubts Andrew's bashfulness would extend to a real dog, given he seems to forget she's watching whenever she's in animal shape.