The glare did nothing, but the harsh words has Reinhardt pausing. He looks down at the man on the ground. Such language! Not that the Crusaders didn't curse, some had the most dirty of mouths. But it doesn't sound like any of his shield brothers or sisters. Twin blue eyes narrow slightly before he's grinning hugely. He might be 30 years younger, but that smile is the same, as is the booming voice.

"I was watching! But I wasn't expecting someone to sneak in to watch the photographs. You know civilians shouldn't be here. Besides, you were so small that even if you were supposed to be here, I didn't see you at all!" He means nothing by it, not really. He'd been so full of himself back in the day. "Nothing broken, I assume?" Reinhardt will hold out that massive hand to offer a means to stand.