[Wanderer sees how her face lights up when he gives her the opportunity to talk about this child.]

Well, the big difference is that I am not a child.

[Perhaps, 500 years ago, when he was still an unwritten piece of paper, he could be considered a child.]

And I do have some manners, I just don't like people.

[But here he is, amongst people talking to people.]

Is it correct for me to assume you are still not happy about being here?

[He isn't either but its not difficult to shrug and blame it all to fate instead.]