"Yes, that's me," Matilda answered with a friendly smile. She hated to think this like this, but up close, she could see why Jack had practically hunted Rebecca down - she definitely looked his type. She suddenly felt very guilty, for both thinking that thought and other things, and her smile faded briefly before she caught herself and gestured to the chair across from her. "Please, sit down - unless, ah, you'd like something to drink before we get started. I'm afraid we have quite a long conversation ahead of us."