The Irishman's hand tightened on the rabbit and he turned his gaze to Zap when her hand made contact with his back. Ronan's face, save his eyes, were void of emotion. He had spoken of the time he left Ireland to Zap, but he'd never given the reason why. "Her name was Cate." his eyes drifted back to the toy, "She insisted I take this after I pulled her out of that burnin' buildin' when I was eighteen.. Anti-mutant protesters torched an apartment complex in hopes of outin' one o' the supposed mutants that lived there. Well, he wasn't home that night. Most o' the others were out when I got there. Her mother had run back in to get her, but hadn't come out. The fire hadn't enveloped where the two of them were, so I ran in without a thought in me head. I couldn't see a damned thing, the smoke was so thick. I felt the mother's power fade almost as soon as I went in. Piece of ceiling fell on her. The girl was in the closet, huggin' this." he gestured to the hare. "I grabbed her up and saw her to the hospital. After that I stuck around until they'd let me see her. Said I was her brother." a sad smile crossed his face, then faded away again, "They lost her. Before she went, though, she told me ta have this. Name's George. 'What kinda name is that fer a rabbit?' I said. 'For King George.' Very practical girl, that one."