"You have a point..." Matilda agrees, but she's still pouting. The giant sea urchin may have been ridiculous, but a cartwheel is a lot easier to deal with than steam. She tries to feel brave as she tugs the bow she'd been wearing around her neck loose- nodding along at the instructions as she ties her hair up.

"Cif-- I need-- one of those, please?" Her voice is upbeat but steeped in uncertainty at the same time. Oh, dear, it's not as heavy as she thought, but it's awkward, and she fumbles around a little bit as she tries to balance the thing and pull her goggles back down. She's still nervous, but seeing everything bathed in rose makes her feel more at ease instantly, and she adjusts her grip. "Right. I'll just hop back and forth. Let me know if you need me to get you out, too."