Shaking her head, Mabelle stayed where she was, intending to carry through. If anybody else had asked but Mobius, she would have easily given in. "I'm a terrible liar," she shrugged. "And I like your place, it's interesting."
After looking around the room once more, Mabelle inspected the violin Michel was working on a bit closer, tilting her head. "I know who that belonged to," she stated without any accusing implications, able to figure out exactly how Michel got ahold of the violin. "I recognize the custom decoration," Mabelle explained without being asked. The owner once bragged to her how it'd been passed down in his family, crafted by a famous instrument maker at the time, although she couldn't remember the name. "He was a very poor player, actually. No sense of rhythm and definitely no depth. I'm not surprised it ended up damaged, he seemed more proud of it for its monetary worth than its actual use." He didn't need to justify his pilfering, but she felt he'd at least get some satisfaction that the violin was better off without its previous owner.