Running through the rather short list of celebrities that Mabel could recall, because his response of not exactly meant maybe he was somebody, she didn't recognize Mitchell as anything familiar even without a last name. But she thought it was hilarious that he gave his cat a name to rhyme with his own, wondering if the man introduced himself with the full version of his name because he preferred it or to disguise that fact. Though the way he dressed, she figured he was just overly formal at even unnecessary times.
Tilting her head to the side, baffled by the man's comment and not understanding what he meant by her colour, she would have guessed that was the end of the conversation if Mitch hadn't set down his microwave before leaving. So he'd probably be back, and she stayed there patiently.
Bending over, Mabel inspected the girly microwave he'd left with nothing short of fascination, wondering why it had some cartoon... cat(?) face on the front but guessing it worked just as well as any other. Pushing the button to release the door, Mabel poked the plastic-covered dish of fish and chips inside, determining that it looked quite edible in a realization that her standards of food had dropped quite a lot. Definitely different than how she had been surviving off of mostly dried and canned food, but it struck her as a good idea. Maybe she could grab a microwave to take with her, or ask to borrow this one when he was finished. While Mabel had managed to find plenty to eat along the way on her trip and was far from starving, it had been awhile since she had a hot meal.