With a sudden and satisfying 'thwip,' a handful of photos are tossed right onto a desk near Patchouli. They're shots of the setup of where the gloom seemed to be coming from, as well as a few shots of the Avatar, complete with notes in pen about the sorts of things she'd observed about its magical aura and any powers she'd seen--shadow tendrils, an energy blast when provoked... It was far from complete, but it was something.

"Granted. Fresh off the printers." Meliora asked, digital camera still hanging by a strap around her neck. She seemed a little tired, but hanging out in the gloom would do that to a person.

"I'd have gotten more, but my eye started shorting out and I figured that was a sign that I needed to get the hell out of dodge." Truth be told, it still hadn't come back on yet... but that was her problem.