"So that's… six down?" Daine asks, ruffling Sarge's ears. She eyeballs Andrew, trying to figure out how much of him is still left to find. He looks about as tall as he was when he split in two, and she's not sure if she should be pleased that they've recovered half of him or discouraged that they've only recovered half of him. "Looks like we might still have six to go," she says, frowning.