Though he'd have put it in far more eloquent words, Matilda's own brand of straightforwardness had its own sort of charm. Terrence was wondering the exact same thing anyway, so it was just as well.

"...Yes, none of the rest of your kin seem to be out and about," he adds, folding his arms across his chest again like a disappointed teacher. "Or at least not as obviously so. What makes you special?" Fuck pleasantries, then. They were going to be trying to kill one another in less than a week regardless, after all. It was uncharacteristic of the rabbit knight, but then so was nearly everything about this year's Wizard and her monsters...