"Yeah," Matilda blurted out at the man with the strange eye and a tiny, tiny part of her brain was telling her that this was one of those times where you're just supposed sit down and shut up. But Matilda, being Matilda, couldn't do that.
"Cool eye," she said honestly, noting absently that the classroom was beginning to fill up around her. Saxon walked up to her, saying something to smooth over the situation but she carried on talking - her curiosity was something she couldn't control, "Is it a real, non-real eye?"
Of course, it didn't occur to her that she was offending anyone.