Matilda's been following her own pull towards Seven-- a bit slower than the others may have been, especially considering her affinity for teleportation. While the other knights may be content to rush into danger, ready to save the day, Matilda's feeling particularly frightened this time-- not even her rosy goggles, pulled down over her eyes, can make this seem less precarious than it already is.

She's teleported herself in what she thinks-- half hopes, half despairs might be the right direction, her fingers tightly wrapped around her knight weapon, which is in its typical form of a rapier. "Okay, come on Matilda. You can be valorous. Intrepid. Doughty." She whispers to herself, trying not to tremble. Any moment now, she's going to see that awful monster. She can feel it.