[She crouches down to rub Dragon's weird little rock/rubber/whatever-Digletts-are-made-out-of-head to keep it calm.
While Edna's investigating the weapon/diary pile, she'll take her (poorly composed) pictures, then cross the room to take one from the other side, running her hand along the rumpled bed while she's over there snapping a picture of the door from the inside.]
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While Edna's investigating the weapon/diary pile, she'll take her (poorly composed) pictures, then cross the room to take one from the other side, running her hand along the rumpled bed while she's over there snapping a picture of the door from the inside.]