Having no troubles with the low ceilings, Mabelle made her way into the room, taking in every decoration and object that filled it with quiet fascination. Although it was very simplistic to the gaudy interiors she'd grown up with, she could tell he at least had good taste and interesting hobbies. It was her first impression of what kind of person Michel really was behind the insults, and she was glad he couldn't hear her thoughts when she wondered if they actually had something in common.
It was certainly even smaller than she expected, realizing that this one room was THE one room, and noticing his bed was right there out in the open she caught herself blushing and turned away. She'd never seen the inside of a man's bedroom before, but the room seemed to serve enough purposes and the man's complete dislike of her made it far less scandalous.
"It's from Mobius," she finally spoke after setting the package down as told, "he wanted to make sure you opened it sooner than later. Told me not to leave until you did." Although at the time Mobius seemed more amused than urgent, so she supposed it couldn't be anything too pressing. "That's a beautiful violin," she commented, resisting the urge to take a closer look. "17th century?"