Daryl stopped in his pacing and stared Faolan down. Going from anger to confusion in a few seconds. All the bluster leaving him like a deflating balloon while he blinked a few times. Gulped down some air. Looked a little constipated maybe in his discomfort.

"Oh," he said in the quietest, most contrite voice. "Thought your were..." Yeah, that bullshit didn't matter and he he was an idiot. "When'd it happen? Where?"