"Oh. Oh, dear. I'm sorry." It seems he's in much the same sort of fix she's in. She squashes the urge to ask what a Dalek is. It's not as if she's keen on talking about spidrens. Instead, she reaches forward with one of her forelegs and gives the balls a half-hearted stir. "Why is this happening?" she asks, an undercurrent of anger in her tone. First her, and now Andrew? It's not right. "How is this happening?"