[The bird recognizes Ruby as a friend, so she's free to interact with Ferran without any obstacle. She'll be able to feel a shudder of a breath leave him, and after a few seconds, he moves his hands down his face to look at her. The weariness in his expression suggests that the outburst was caused more by panic more than pure anger; lashing out is just how he deals with fear.]

Thanks.

[It's only when he lowers his hands away that he notices the powder on his gloves—he's smudged some of the concealer off of the scars on his left cheek. He brushes his hands off with a resigned sigh, turning to Ruby properly and making a mental note.]

I really owe you. I probably would have done something worth regretting back there... [With a strained look, he admits:] I don't... do well... with fire.