Matilda has to pause and rustle through her pockets to find her phone— they’re stuffed full of various hard candies and miniature chocolate bars, the same way they usually are. “Oh, you’re right. I only have the one as well.” She purses her lips as she taps out her own response. “...I hope no ones worried and can’t contact us.” She says, softly, thinking of her fellow teammates with family to keep in contact with, as she drops down to her knees. It’s not in despair though, as she adjusts her goggles to keep her hair out of her face. She’s peering down into the garden below them with curiosity, looking for any traces of the others.