It really didn't bother her as much as she supposed it should have that he was dictating what she could wear, not really worrying about Michel's taste in clothing (especially in comparison to her own). But the issues of cost and not knowing her size could be a problem, and the fact he clearly didn't believe she was capable of dressing herself appropriately wasn't helping her pride any. However, it was the truth that she couldn't and him taking care of it was one less thing for her to worry about. Even if was more about control than an attempt to help her, she was appreciative. "Oh," she agreed with a tiny nod, confirming that she understood.
Practicing the new chord until the finger position no longer felt awkward, she repeated from the beginning with a bit faster of a pace as she got more comfortable with the music. Stopping at the end of the fifth measure, she glanced up at Michel inquisitively, not sure whether to do it again or to move on.