I don't know what Irish and German are but that's a nice name.

[He stands there, completely still while she talks. The rational thing would be to hear her out, give her the benefit of doubt, but every word just feels like another blow and it's more than he could accept. Pyrrha's gone.]

How stupid do you think I am?! [He finally glares at her, tears in his eyes.] Airlocked? Game show? Is this funny to you?! Who are you really? [He doesn't wait for a response, He just acts, on all of his pent up emotions, charging at her.] Answer me, dammit!