Miranda blushes a little hotter. "T-Thank you, Miss Bianchi but... I-I've only had this job for a little more than a year" She lets her hand be held, though there is a certain tenseness to it that shows she's not used to such physical attention. "I-I wasn't... a very good catch back home. I can't cook very well, and I'm clumsy and I couldn't keep a job, and..." She sighs. "Just not... what a man back then wanted in a wife" The Exorcist was about to add how surprised she was the Gokudera was still putting up with her, but refrained. After all, if the bomber found out she had spoken ill of herself, he would have thrown a fit.