Charlie took the camera in her free hand, without even looking at it or at the woman. She kept her gaze locked with the man. This guy, he was smirking back at her and she had to say that earned a point of respect in her book. A guy who could take a joke was all right with her. She glanced at the woman for a moment and felt a flicker of recognition, a similar spark that she'd had with Samuel. Charlie was fairly certain she'd remember someone with bright purple hair, but since it was dye, it was easily changeable. Still...
Bring the camera up to her eye, she let her gaze focus into the camera for a moment before snapping a picture of the wrapped thing. It wasn't going to amount to much - a small dark hole, illuminated by the flash, showing something wrapped up inside the jar. The smell was starting to grow on her a little; the scent of death.
Fuckin' poetics, she thought to herself, and then there was another thought... Organs... Blood... A field, covered in these... She shook her head; they were the same thoughts from a few nights ago, when she and Sam had explored the building after it had first changed. The thoughts scared her and made her feel like a psycho, which was why she had been trying to avoid this and the fifth floor as much as possible. She glanced back up to the woman.
"Just a pic of 'em inside the jar, or you want me to take 'em out, too?"