Toska nods a few times as she explains, his expression settling into one of serious concentration. He wants to remember the explanation, not space out on it. It's a lot like a kid trying really, really hard to look like they're listening. Once Sonia is done, he'll give the photos a second look over.

His attempt to look serious doesn't really last long, though, because he realizes some of them have the nervous Armsman -- Gavalas -- in them and he just has to point that out. Literally, pointing at one where the Armsman looks somewhat silly trying to clear snow off a tent.

"Hey, that one's you!" He grins, breaking off from looking at photos for a second to grin at Gavalas, like this revelation is somehow important. "Uh, but not that one. I mean, I like it, buuuut..."

Toska turns back again, pointing claw uncertainly wavering between several of the pictures until he settles on one of the village. It's from a distance, focused more on a father and his sons returning from a trip out into the wilderness, carrying who knows what. They're in the foreground, a little to one side, and the village and mountains are beyond. The path they're following winds its way in that direction, though one might say that's leading the eye away rather than to the main focus.

"That one. I bet they're happy to see their home."