Daine snarls as the Master pats her head, then growls at his retreating form for a few moments before returning her attention to the wayward stamp. The desk groans beneath her as she stretches a paw towards it, her claws just barely scraping against it.

Then Andrew hisses at her and she glances up at him. Actually, it's more of a glare; she's not sure how she managed to get roped into this, but she can't help thinking she could have avoided it if Andrew had just let her swat the Master around a bit like she'd wanted to. Another pile of books cascades to the floor, and she heaves herself back onto her haunches, giving up on the stamp for now. What? she asks, mind-voice sharp.