A hand moved to rest on Gwendolyn's shoulder. Though he had his 'suit' on, Dojima had opted to remove the mask, feeling no need to hide his identity when around his... 'team mates', so to speak. Seeing all these things repeated; perfection, trying to strive to please your parents...

He could see it's effect on Gwendolyn. He wasn't sure he had the words available to comfort her, and his eyes remained on the artwork before him.

"If I could hazard a guess, it's probably his mother," A careful and almost hesitant squeeze to her shoulder, before he let go, moving a step or two towards the painting, "She went missing several years ago, according to the file on him."

He eyed the key she was clutching, feeling that hostile intensity coming from somewhere. Was she trying to protect the key?