"So ,your job gives you enough time to read books?" Gilda crossed her arms as she still tried to maintain control of that damn Marlon quirk. She sometimes blamed her mother jokingly when she was young when foreigners would visit Marlon and wonder if she ever spoke sign language and she constantly moved her hands or place her hands onto her hips or even walk around while moving her hands. Ah, poor Karin, having to put up with such childish accusations in Gilda's childhood. Gilda, however, brushed her hand through her hair as she elt her hand twitching, wanting to at least move if she dare say another word.