She thought about his question as she took a long drag, using it as a stalling tactic. She shrugged. "He's a dad. He worries too much. Blames himself for... me..." She meant for the attack that changed their lives but, that didn't come out, instead just a lame little 'me'.
"How'd you..." she didn't wanna ask, but she did want to know. She shrugged again. Instead she said, "So, you're Irish." She still didn't look him in the eye.