Child? Faolan frowns slightly at that. But he understands that whatever she's given him, though he doesn't fully understand the weight of it, it's a lot to be telling a stranger on a park bench. He shakes his head slightly, taking a deep breath in and letting it out his nose.

"Forgive me," he says. "It's not your fault, nor you yourself that makes me angry. It's..." He waves his hand in front of him vaguely. "Whatever this is. It makes it difficult to control my emotions. Especially anger. And the subject of money is..." He shrugs slightly. "Some of us are not so lucky, is all. I'm sorry, though. If I have offended you." And for your daughter, he wants to say, but he's not certain of the story there, and he's not certain he has any right to ask, considering they have not even exchanged names yet.