"It's what it sounds like." Tony shrugged lightly as he worked on the film. It would take awhile to get a decent photo--usually it could take one to five hours but that was with the proper equipment. He hadn't exactly taken Photography in college. He just knew how the mechanics of most things worked.
Or he figured them out quickly.
"Uh no, I mean he thought that he had to hide whatever he was writing for a reason. Obviously this place has a conscience. Or whoever or whatever brought us here does." Which gave his spine a tingle as he fought the urge to think on it. "But it wouldn't hurt to be careful. Clearly, smart, intuitive people who are on their game are volatile to the campaign to keep us here."
Ego or not, that's what Tony was going with, especially since he was killed and other things. "Maybe this was actually a place, a real place, before it lost itself to...whatever you'd like to call it."