There may be some scattered applause for politeness sake or whatever other mundane reason but Albert certainly isn't clapping. In fact he's imagining that disgusting smile of Kevin's literally splitting the man's face in half and spilling his skull and brain to a squishy pile right in the center of the stage.

Perhaps it's not completely deserved, some rational part of the German's psyche provides. Kevin was obviously not in his right mind in the arena by the end, it's clear enough in the footage, but there's no apologetic touch to his posture here, no remorse coloring any tone or word, and all Albert can see in his mind's eye is the bloodbath that ended Jet and Felicity's tours in the arena. It's not just their deaths - that's inevitable, given their situation - it's the manner of brutal, visceral, and eldritch savagery in which it was executed and the lack of any modicum of acknowledgement after the fact.

So he can't forgive Kevin.

Nor can he avoid him, it seems. The man is everywhere after his speech, or maybe it's just that Albert keeps track of him subconsciously. Either way, there comes a point when he can't keep quiet any longer, when he finds himself next to Kevin at the table of proper h'ordeuvres later in the evening at the tower.

"How do you sleep at night?" Albert mutters under his breath, voice only carrying to the eyeless man beside him.