Watching him search, Mabelle quietly lifted her cape from its hook and discreetly threw it over her shoulders, no clue where she would go or for how long but not wanting to be around until he at least had a chance to process what she had done and hopefully calm down. While it was just a mug and it could be replaced for not too much cost, that she had broken his rules and proved them necessary was more than just a simple accident.
Seeing his frown and not waiting for any further reaction, her slow edging back toward the entrance turned into a rushed fumbling as she nearly tripped over her skirt down the steps to get out the door. Maybe she was overreacting, but doubtfully as much as he was about to.