"Fuck?" tries Andrew unhappily. He sighs, shoulders slumping. It might help his efforts to impersonate Peter if he actually sought the man out and talked to him. Then again, how often does he need to pretend to be Peter?

He brightens a little (or rather, looks painfully hopeful) when she offers a way out. "Is there?" And he's off, not even waiting for Daine to turn and start walking before he strolls in the direction she indicated.