"Haha… I have good motor skills," is all she can say as she tries to hide her bright yellow gloves from his gaze. She certainly didn't have those on when she first met him.

Hearing his explanation is rather depressing and it shows by the furrow of her brows and how deep her puzzled frown is. "To think even in a time like this, one that's meant for celebration, there are people out there still holding animosities to each other. Isn't it exhausting?"