Another unsettling pause. Huzzah. It hadn't occurred to Daine that this might be a touchy subject, but then again, she's never seen a dalek before. While his outer armor is small enough that she guesses it must be a tight fit for him, it's large enough for her to assume that Andrew is in there, like a cat trapped in a bin. It must be unpleasant for him, but at least he's only stuck in a strange machine, not changed like she is.

She sniffs again. "You're mostly buried, but you're in some sort of machine. Looks a little like a turtle from up here." And turtle shape, there's one she's only tried a couple of times and will never get to try again. Stop thinking about it. She focuses back on Andrew's prison, looking for other helpful details that aren't hidden beneath plastic. "There are two little lights on top that flash whenever you say something," she offers. "And another blue light at the end of a stick, but that one glows all the time."