"Hmm. I think so." Elena hummed to herself, taking a peek at the tapes. Like everything else within the storage unit, they seemed incredibly well preserved. There was no wear and tear on the outside, and a quick flip to peer at the thin stretch of film within revealed no crinkles. With the right tools, the process would be easy as pie. "My laptop has the software on it, actually. A lot of surveillance cameras still record onto tapes, and it's easier to convert footage to a disc if ShinRa wants a hard copy. We do this sort of thing almost daily."
Elena might be a little more excited than the simple task strictly warranted. Living in Basch's suite and having him take care of almost her every whim, she sometimes worried that she didn't contribute as much. He'd woken her up with enough omelets to put her in an affectionate sort of debt for a very long time. So it was nice when an opportunity came along that allowed her areas of expertise to benefit him. "Problem is, none of it will do us any good without a VCR. Which I don't see in here." Her eyes did another quick sweep, thinking that his mother might have packed the device back into the original box. Try as she might, Elena couldn't spot the familiar shape.
"Not to offend our gracious host, but he's ... advanced in years." That was putting it delicately. "There's no harm in asking if he owns one, anyway. We could have it back to him by tomorrow morning. Otherwise, it's combing the pawn shops for something that's halfway operational. If Dollet even has such establishments."