If Andrew knew he'd just hit Daine, he'd be rather sorry about it. As it is, he's got his face turned away and his eyes screwed shut, so he's just going off the sounds to tell him whether he's hit flesh or not. His legs tremble as he hears the thing hiss, not knowing whether he's get its attention firmly enough to make it actually attack him.

He leaps to obey Daine's instructions, not needing to be told twice. He bounds over fallen books, slipping and sliding but keeping his footing like some sort of ungainly gazelle. "Meet me at the book drop!" he shouts.