When the guard returns with the knife, Sylvia's eyes go wide. She's speechless for a good moment, and her hand is hesitant to reach out and take it. Once her fingers wrap around the handle of the knife, though, and a smile slowly creeps onto her lips. It's not a creepy one, rather just one of great delight, and she looks up at the Matriarch.

"This is awesome! You're -- you're really giving this to me, huh?" She slides her knife into a pocket on her utility belt. "Wow. I'm really honored, you know? Thank you."

It's probably the closest to a earnest formality the Matriarch is going to get. Still smiling and notably less tense (still nervous but not quite as much), she says, "It's been an adjustment, yeah. Big time. I'm not even done with my transformation yet, too. I guess we're considered intriguing to people on the surface, too, heh."