Overcome by curiosity to see inside where Michel lived, because she'd been in plenty of impressively large estates but not that many homes of the... less fortunate, and she could tell from the outside of the home that Michel was certainly among the less fortunate, Mabelle slowly got to her feet again and tested the door. Michel hadn't lied, and she took that as enough to invite herself inside, stopping just inside the doorway to peer around. It always intrigued her how cramped the smaller residences could be after growing up knowing there was a separate room for everything and then a couple spare rooms thrown in for good measure.
However, she wasn't quite sure where Michel had gone, didn't feel like snooping around to find him, and suddenly couldn't find the voice to call out his name. The floorboards creaked beneath the soles of her shoes as she shifted her weight, staring at the very bleak surroundings. "Uh," she mumbled barely audibly to herself.