His expression manages to shade even wryer, but he's quiet until they make their way out of the crowd. When he stops it's with his back against a wall, posture already shifting out of his usual straight-backed stance into something softer, easier to ignore. Old habits, so ingrained that he doesn't even think about them anymore despite the fact that this kind of subtle obfuscation is very much not needed.

His attention is on her anyway, a searching look that just borders on piercing. "You saw something as well?"

He may have come to be resigned about this whole memory nonsense, but it doesn't mean he has to like it. At least finding out what's been pulled out of his head is a good start.