Matilda sips daintily at her hot chocolate, savoring the familiarity of it all-- then suddenly, she's no longer where she was before, and she's on the doctor's rolly stool. The sudden force of her body on it sends it rollying, and she flails slightly, barely managing not to spill hot chocolate all over herself.

"Well, that's terribly rude!" She declares, huffing slightly. "Who was it?"