Typically, it took a lot to disrupt Kjell's stoic demeanor but these were not typical circumstances. Ash was standing close to him and lacing their fingers together. And looking into his eyes. And smiling subtly in a way that made it seem like he was...laughing at him? Maybe. His discomfort was clear when he glanced away toward nothing in particular. Looking at the ruined gallery again was sobering, though, especially as he realized that Ash was now taking it in again too. This was no time to lose focus.
"...I remember everything," he answered simply, taking the first small step toward one of the former exhibits and hoping that the Toreador would fall in step with him. There was a lot of ground to cover.