Standing with her back pressed to the door, Mabelle offered little physical resistance when he decided to come in despite her very obvious desire of him not doing so. Instead she stumbled out of the way, greeting the man with a chilly blank stare. There were two equally viable reactions that came to Mabelle, glancing between the very beginnings of her painting and the door that Michel had just pushed his way through.
Never really agreeing to teaching him, definitely not wanting to, she figured she actually had no reason to be there at all. Dropping her paintbrush, blue splattering as it hit the ground, Mabelle quickly sidestepped Michel and went for the still open door.