[ He answers the door with a small little shit-eating grin. ]

Oh, unsalvageable. Completely life-destroying. If these get out, I'll have to scrape your embarrassment-melted body off of the deck. I mean, more than they've gotten out already.

[ Since apparently he's not the only one who got these. He steps aside from the doorway, allowing her in if she likes, so no passerby can peep. He opens his phone and the album and hands it to her. ] Here.