[Calliope was excited to see the plethora of pictures spread out wall-to-wall-to-wall. Some people were familiar, others not so much. She doesn't laugh or judge at the more embarrassing ones she happens to see, but instead regards them with the same gentle happiness she feels for the more neutral and good ones.]
[It's only the sad ones that make her falter at all, but she tries not to dwell on the misery of others. In fact, a few of the worst ones end up getting flipped over backward, or tucked behind others. Maybe not the best solution, but it's all she can think of to do for their privacy.]
[It's not until she starts coming across photos of her and Caliborn that she varies between bewildered and scandalized. It is bad to show pictures of them, she feels. And she knows no one has ever actually taken pictures of them, since they were alone. Or, so she thought-]
[It all fades into pure surprise to see pictures of a time she was too young to remember.]
[She shakily removes the baby picture of herself with Gamzee from the wall. She stares at it for a long, long time, not noticing anyone nearby at all.]