She does her best to photograph that, too, but she's not quite fast enough- instead, she copies it down as quickly as she can, trying not to forget any of it as she goes. The compact is useless now, and she knows that- but she tucks it into the drawer on her bedside table, just in case it reforms later like the rest of the mirrors in this place.

Finally, she lets out an actual sigh, and lets her shoulders fall.

She has a lot of work to do.