[With no little curiosity, Adele observes Norrington's selections. She cannot quite get a read on him here, his intentions or his habits are equally unknown. But the care he takes in moving items around, the consideration he gives each is unfamiliar, and yet fascinating. After a moment she steps closer, peering down at the aforementioned box.]

You do not often see boxes such as this that is so cubic in shape. Were it not so deep I would venture to say it might be a cigar box, but...Well now I am equally curious. [She huffs a soft laugh.]