Matilda's got similar theatrics going on in the next room, her goggles pushed up onto her forehead, shoving her bangs in dramatic directions. Her feet were propped up onto the table, and she had been tilting her chair back onto the hind legs, gazing at her phone with a dull, tired expression.

When Terrence shoots up and calls out, she very nearly falls out of her chair. In fact, the chair does clatter to the floor- she's just already teleported to behind Terrance. She leans over his shoulder, trying to snoop at what's on his phone. "Really? Where?"