[There is an embarassed smile. She holds her journal on her chest, once again resembling a small girl with the curtain of gold around her.]

I've been collecting them.

[The back of her journal has a few photos, most of them from the time LucetiLand returned: Daisy spending time with friends of her, and with a huge plush toy, no less (right now resting in the Chief's sleeping quarters).

Along with their first attempts with a camera, the first photo ever taken of her mother is still there.]

My helmet can record footage and take pictures, but without something to print these images, I can only use it for my work.

[Even if there was one here, she didn't know if they'd have photographic paper.]

I think we should get a camera sometime, though, but I don't know where could we find one.