Matilda wails as she suddenly finds herself sliding down some kind of awful magic slide, falling less than delicately onto her butt with a tiny "oomph" due to the good bit of flailing she does on the way down. Once she's finally gotten up though, her cute button nose crinkles in frustration, and she tugs her goggles down over her eyes as if the rose color might help her make more sense of the sight before her.

"I know. You wouldn't cause harm to them on purpose, right?" Matilda tries to smile, but it's hard-- she sees Web over there, and the blobs--- "W-what about them? Are... they safe?"