His closet was his business, of course, but she couldn't hide a smile at the thought of him expressly not wanting her to look inside. She could relate, if that was the case. She needed her space as much as he must have needed his.
With some effort, she made to pass him the hangers, resulting in a chorus of hollow plastic hitting hollow plastic, hitting the floor. About three fell off, one of which missed her bare foot by an inch.
Rahel yelped anyway and bent to retrieve it, thereby leading to a free fall of hangers.