Frowning, Michel immediately shook his head and crossed her arms, not accepting her excuse. "And you aren't supposed to be breaking into houses and hiding under beds. That's like a thief telling an officer that he wasn't supposed to catch him! It's still wrong!"
Dorian was an older man. Death was not that unusual to someone in his age group, as life expectancy wasn't all that impressive. While he did momentarily consider if Mabelle had done something stupid, he decided that it couldn't have been the case. People dying just happened and the only strange thing about it was that he wasn't beheaded for something instead. Of course, that explained her appearance, too. The state would've likely usurped the house and sold or given it to someone else. And that meant once again she was out on the streets. "So you've just been wandering around like a stray cat again?" She had a talent for getting others to take her in, but he had to wonder how her luck was holding up.