[She looks up curiously, because - well. She's never thought about... her stuff being left behind in any context. It's just suddenly weird, like those few times in your life when you just sit and wonder what your funeral will be like and who would attend. It's morbid and makes her skin crawl, and she rubs at her neck because she had a funeral of sorts and to ask him what it was like would be weird and rude and...] Oh, yeah.
Would you... have? [She wonders, really. Would he've kept only the useful stuff?]