[Phoenix narrows his eyes a little at the talk of 'safe' and 'secure', although he's starting to get a pretty good idea who -- or what -- they're trying to hide from. Glancing between Bastet and Stoneface, he turns the crayon box over in his hand, then slips it into his coat pocket.]
[She nods. There's an inherent danger in trying to take that photo away--if that's what the paper is. If seeing it is what got Truth killed, then any attempts to restore it would mean death for whoever possessed it.]
The clinic is likely the only place with the equipment needed to properly seal the evidence, so you can stop off there. As for storage--keeping it with one of you is fine, since we don't have anywhere dedicated for that kind of thing.
[Still holding the corner of the photo, she gently picks it up--only to have it disintegrate into blood-soaked flakes. She pauses, then looks up at both men with a sigh. As she suspected, they wouldn't be permitted to take it away.]
I suppose it's just the box, the map and the crayons then.
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Wouldn't say that's a bad idea.
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The clinic is likely the only place with the equipment needed to properly seal the evidence, so you can stop off there. As for storage--keeping it with one of you is fine, since we don't have anywhere dedicated for that kind of thing.
[Still holding the corner of the photo, she gently picks it up--only to have it disintegrate into blood-soaked flakes. She pauses, then looks up at both men with a sigh. As she suspected, they wouldn't be permitted to take it away.]
I suppose it's just the box, the map and the crayons then.