"And recording," Daimon pointed out, crossing his arms. He didn't care about her naturalistic observation, but he wasn't thrilled about being a subject in her video data collection, either. For one, he was still "on the run" and one video of him on the internet was already one too many, he didn't need his face, as Hellstorm or not, in any more media. Brows furrowed together, he walked over to her and nodded his head toward the pamphlet. "So what have you conceived from this..." he glanced around before coming back to her, "batshit phenomenon?"