Andrew flashes a grin at Daine, apparently unaffected, and does his best not to limp at all as he totters along after Blythe on stiff legs and sore feet. "Noble," he answers, not seeing any harm in it -- the worst that could happen is he could get identified and passed off to Torchwood, and a.) that's not so terrible and b.) it seems unlikely under the circumstances. "This Peter person, just how like me does he look?"