"I don't eat much," Andrew reassures Phil in passing, trotting along after the dogs. He just waves a hand when Phil shouts after them that she'd better be taking his new friend to get registered. Andrew keeps his eyes open, peering about at everything in undisguised curiosity. He doesn't know what's going on here or why there's suddenly a secret lair under Central Park, but he'll go with it for now. He's wary, ready to make a run for it if things go sour, but Daine seems friendly and helpful, so he'll give her the benefit of the doubt for as long as he can.

"Wait here?" he asks, frowning around himself at the hall. That room doesn't look -- is that someone's bedroom?