The fact that he doesn't get upset with her for that outburst is duly noted. She'll still try to avoid it in the future, but it's good to know it didn't put her on bad terms with him so early in their relationship.

As she looks over the objects he pulls from the drawer, an eyebrow raises in question. The pouches full of coins she understands. The container the portrait (or portraits?) is in is odd, but she can chalk it up to being glass and ask about it later. The cube, however... Her eyes widen a bit in wonder as she takes it in. She slowly reaches out to touch it, but her hand stops a few inches short. "What is it?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, as if she's afraid to disturb the vision in front of her.