"I don't s'pose a human name would be very fitting for a pony," Daine says mildly, feeling compelled (as usual) to defend Andrew against other versions of himself.

Glancing between the Doctor and the pony, she asks, "Do you want me to try and find him? Andrew, I mean?" She might not try very hard; she's as much looking for an excuse to let them continue talking over her head without her head being in the way.