Andrew realizes he's put her in danger of burns when he sees her scuttle away at top speed (or as close to top speed as she can apparently manage at the moment). With Daine at a safe distance by the time he puts it together, though, he concentrates on keeping himself upright so they don't have to do it over again.

"Yeeeeeeah," he agrees, drawing the word out with more than a hint of sarcasm. He's not sure he could even fit in the slide unless he came out of the casing, and that is really, really not happening. "Or one of us could learn to control our dreams and we could stop doing this," he sighs. "Yeah, try the trap door."