Watching from the corners of her vision, Mabelle was slightly relieved and somewhat satisfied with herself that Michel didn't seem repulsed as he ate despite his lack of appreciative comments. She wasn't expecting for him to think it was great, or say so either even if it was, but it was a good sign that a man that liked to complain at every possible thing hadn't made any negative comments about her wasting food. He did have impossibly high standards for somebody living on so little.
"Anything? Earn some wage, not be useless. I'm never going to get out of here otherwise." Not that she necessarily wanted to leave Michel or his apartment, comfortable with living there even if she didn't want to spend all her time there, but he had made it clear when she had first moved in that he expected her to support herself and move out eventually. "I knew a dressmaker, maybe he'd give me a job." But she still didn't even have a pair of shoes.