It wasn't that surprising of a reaction although Mabelle took a step back from the door after finding it uncomfortably close to her face, and she considered for a moment to just drop the package off at the doorstep and leaving but Mobius had insisted that she made sure it got to him. Clearly he knew she was there, so knocking again probably wasn't going to do much good. Instead, Mabelle took a seat outside the door and waited patiently. She had nothing else to do that day after the executions in the morning of a family her father once did business with, and the weather while chilly was nice enough. Rubbing some of the dried blood from the toe of her shoe, she stared at the package in her lap.