Cleo smiles and immediately glances upward when she feels the pass of Andrea's hand over her head, against wispy blonde hair that still hasn't grown out to length. Offering Andrea a toothless grin, Cleo's gaze drops back on Clementine, her legs giving an occasional kick. There's a lot going on for the baby right now, who's been accustomed for so long to only ever being around a couple of people at once.

Seeing her that excited comforts Sawyer, helping him release the tension in his chest. It's going well. Even if Cleo starts crying and fussing at some point, Sawyer's at least glad that he's given her a chance to meet new people and enjoy their company.

"Hey, Bailey," he says first with a grin, nodding at the dog, before going along with Cleo's reach to help bridge the space between the girls. Cleo did her best to try and shake Clementine's finger up and down, holding it like a prize. "And she really is, isn't she? Don't tell anyone, but I think the name's got somethin' to do with it."

Sawyer winks with a grin, glancing over briefly at Andrea, hoping that he's getting this somewhat right.