Just because she was silent did not mean she was not swearing like a raving psychotic lunatic that could only exist in the world of her private conscience. Matilda turned slowly, facing the boy that had so politely asked her to get out of the way. She was about to give the stranger a most ferocious glare but found she was too distracted and maybe a little bit distressed to do that. “The stupid thing is in the way, not me.” She grumbled, tugging at the trunk. “Climb over it if you want to get past.”