Matilda's been having a quiet heart attack over here, don't mind her. She's got her dumb goggles pulled down over her eyes again, and her hands pressed against her cheeks, which are significantly less flushed than usual thanks to holy shit there's an actual monster there are no scripts we are all going to die here. But the mention of the monster teleporting seems to have gotten her attention, and she sheepishly raises her hand.

"The monster isn't the only one that can teleport. If we get in close proximity of it, I can help someone get right to it." Her cheeks brighten, but she still looks very unsure and deterred, nothing like the bright and energetic young woman they all met this morning. "B-but I'd also need protection in that case- I don't know if I'd have enough strength to get back out again, and I'm not... very good at anything."