(Lucretia hesitates to lean quite close, but eventually she has to, just so she can see a little better. She glances down at the camera in her lap, then at his, then back at her own, comparing. Eventually she manages to pop the back open too. Jim is fitting the film into the camera, so she stops mucking about to watch with great interest, flicking her thumbnail against the lid of the canister of film in her hand.)
... Got it.
(Maybe? She pops the lid off the canister and slots the tube into place in the camera as he had, but she seems reluctant to tug the film out.)
It's okay to pull it? (She's not gonna damage it, right. Without waiting for an answer, she gives the end a little tug until it inches out, bit by bit. She tucks the end into the spool as he had, then takes a moment to look back and forth between his camera and her own. Seems good to her.)
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... Got it.
(Maybe? She pops the lid off the canister and slots the tube into place in the camera as he had, but she seems reluctant to tug the film out.)
It's okay to pull it? (She's not gonna damage it, right. Without waiting for an answer, she gives the end a little tug until it inches out, bit by bit. She tucks the end into the spool as he had, then takes a moment to look back and forth between his camera and her own. Seems good to her.)