Andrew's not quite so pleased - the meta-Master may be out of their hair, but unless he's gone and got himself killed (Handy cringes a little at that thought, though really it might be for the best if he has), he's still at large.

"You - we - couldn't have kept all the ones that didn't want to be kept," he agrees. "Not the ones like me especially, though I think we should have kept a better eye on the Master metas."

He cranes his neck to get a view of Märet, wanting to check up on him again. The meta-meta can keep himself safe - sort of - but Andrew's concerned about letting him loose on unsuspecting party-goers.