Little does Andrew know. He lifts both his eyebrows and his hands, granting her one step backward. "I'm not going to hurt you," he assures her, though she's not looking all that assured. An idea comes to him, and he gives a little frown of concentration. His form blurs, and he steps forward...and backward. Now there are two two-leggers hemming her in, though they hang close together lest she think she's being surrounded...and they're each several inches shy of three feet tall. The idea is that he'll be less threatening like this.