"Either there's someone else here or there isn't!" Judging by the lack of noise that would usually be there with another person walking through the attic, he doubted the presence of a third more than he doubted she was alone. Unless, of course, they were hiding. But who was hiding and Why led to a whole other list of problems. She was clothed so it wasn't like she had picked up working from home behind his back.
That narrowed options to someone that shouldn't be in his apartment at all for any reason. Some fellow hobo she met on the streets? Michel grumbled to himself at the thought and rolled his eye, bending down to check under the bed. It didn't look like anyone was even trying to hide in any place that they possibly could.
And then he saw it when he looked back at his tiny kitchen area. A frown immediately dropped on his face.