Dairine flinches at the mention of death. Yeah, that… that explains why this guy’s so hostile towards Alan. She can sympathize with the pain and anger. But that doesn’t mean he’s right.

“Trying hard doesn’t always guarantee results. You can try and try, but sometimes the cards are stacked against you. Has it ever occurred to you that he might have looked? Might have been working really hard to find your father for those twenty years?” She looks back at Alan with a question in her eyes, 'Is she right?,' but still determinedly convinced that he hadn’t stood idly by. “Yet for one reason or another, you were the one who needed to do it. So you were given the right cards, the key in."

Dairine turns back to Sam, scowling. "There’s no way he could have known what would happen. You know that. You’re just pushing the blame on him because that's easier than admitting life just isn't fair!"

“And how the hell do you know my name?”