You are a tiny teenage boy walking down the streets. You look up and see a giant woman with long black hair staring down at you. Then, she crouches, gently picking you up in her hand. Her touch is soft as if she’s afraid of hurting you, and she lifts you to her eye level.

Matilda: Hello there little one. I hope I didn't scare you I just want to get to know you and hope you want to hear what I have to say. "She looked down on you"