Matoma flies down and lands in her front yard, sighing as she dusts off her outfit. She scoffs and huffs, talking quietly to herself as she walks to her front door.

"Stupid time patrollers. They wouldn't know beauty if it hit them in the face."

She fumbles for her keys in her pocket before pulling them out. As she goes to unlock her door, she glances over and notices someone sitting on the ground nearby. She tilts her head and starts to walk over.

"Hey, what're you doing here...?"