The nearer Andrew is alright with this -- not happy, since Daine's clearly not happy, but relieved that she at least doesn't seem inclined to grab him or hit him or anything. He keeps backing up slowly, hands still held up to show her he's got nothing in them.

The further Andrew isn't so content to just roll with her fear. "Daine, look at him," he sighs. "He's titchy; what's he going to do to you?"