It was really up to him when she left, but his stubborn avoidance of opening the package was delaying it. Mabelle wasn't delusional enough to think it was to keep her around longer, so she didn't quite understand why he didn't just get it over with. Whatever the reason, she was willing to take advantage of his procrastination to wander around his room, respectfully not touching anything.
"Do you?" she asked, quietly but with a hint of a playful challenge. "Normally I don't think people should be able to get away with such claims without backing it up, but that instrument is in no condition to prove anything." There was a stack of paintings and Mabelle wanted to flip through them to see what sort of art Michel felt worth keeping, but the first caught her attention before she could act on the temptation. She stared at it for a long moment, recognizing it as one of her own, a simple nighttime scene of Paris with a starry sky reflecting on some water. Not one of her most inspired works, but she did have a fondness for it. She had to sneak out in order to paint it, her first act of personal rebellion. "You have my painting?" she questioned, not so concerned that he had it so much as why. "You... do realize it's mine, right? It's unsigned, so if you didn't know..."