Matilda shook her head. "Please, Rebecca, don't be sorry. Nothing Jack does surprises me anymore. To be completely honest, I'm just relieved that he only stole your money; he's capable of much worse." She thought of her encounter with Jack earlier in the week, and her sympathetic smile turned into a bit of a smirk. "For instance. He broke into my flat last week. I don't know what he was planning to do - well, no, that's not true, I know exactly was he was planning - but before he could do it, I, ah, gave him a taste of his own medicine." Her grin widened. "Sliced him right across the cheek. You can imagine how satisfying that was." She probably shouldn't have been so proud of herself for employing such violence, but she really couldn't help it. He had definitely deserved it.
She watched and listened to Rebecca carefully, then shrugged when she finished. "Honestly, you don't have to if you don't want to - but if you do, it won't affect what I have to say at all. I already know your reincarnate is a demon, if that helps." She smiled kindly.