Matilda has been gnawing on her lip at Garrot’s suggestion, her mind wandering to all the ways this could go terribly wrong, but when Zafika speaks to her, she physically jolts out of her daynightmare. Cheeks blooming scarlet, she nods her head frantically. “Y-yeah! I should be able to get us right there. It’ll be easier with two.” She pauses, then tries to regain her poise, brushing her fringe back from her cheek as she turns to look at Gail. “Don’t worry! If there’s too much trouble, I can help get people out.”