Oh. Oh no. It’s the pretty daughter. Matilda’s reduced to a bumbling idiot in pretty much a matter of seconds, and it’s a good thing Garrot’s holding the phone now or she’d probably drop it again. “Y-you know who I am!” Matilda stammers, then she just kind of looks at Garrot with this mixed helpless kind of look, and if this were an anime, she’d be shoujo sparkling. Someone recognized her! A pretty girl recognized her!

She’s about to stammer that it’s not really necessary, but Matilda’s more than happy to appease Garrot’s daughter for him, and he gets an over enthusiastic shake of the hand— beaming. “It’s nice to meet you too!” She manages to regain her manners, even in such an absurd situation, completely ignoring the muttering beside her. “He’s... mostly harmless, right?”