Grumbling, Stark found a suitable clamp for the sensitive negatives and moved to set to work on trying to focus their very caveman style picture. If he could build a suit in a cave, he could at least peek on some pre developed photos. He'd never make fun of hipsters and their film-loving selves again.
"Seriously?" The eye rolling and tongue-biting began but Tony focused the beam of light perfectly before the glass pushing and reflecting out his makeshift projector. You'd think he would have just told her to wait and gone to try and buy one but no. Tony Stark made his shit.
If only they had the luxury of camera phones to take a picture of the picture. "Here, you can see, just barely it's the office. I think." He hadn't been to that part of Redrum, but she had. "There's a mass. Black and convenient. But here? it's got more shape and.." The third frame in the photo was more difficult to decipher. "This place doesn't have newspapers, does it? No running time log other than the network and ourselves?"