"Hello there. Do we share a past encounter, perhaps?" Mathilda cautiously peeks through a slight opening in the door, her gaze scrutinizing your presence. Her brown eyes reflect a wisdom that belies her youth. After a quick check for any potential threats in your pocket, she gestures for you to enter the room, a space adorned with decorative plants and fragments of forgotten memories.

"Make sure to look after those precious eyes of yours." She remarks, casually lighting a cigarette, unconcerned about your perception of her age.