The Andrews are too busy fleeing to fling fire at her, even if they could. One of them mistakenly makes a beeline for the fence, not realizing where he's going until he practically runs into one of the posts quite close to Daine.

The others come to a stop further away when they realize they're not being followed. "That could've gone better," comments one. The other steps closer, and by silent agreement they grab each other's hands and merge, the resulting Andrew standing a little over a foot and a half high. "Andrew?" he calls.

The smaller Andrew doesn't answer, but stares at Daine and tries to work out whether he should run back the other way.