Since she planned this, she has an idea of how to maneuver so she can get at the sealed room in the thaumatology building she's supposed to investigate the contents of.
She's not sure how she's supposed to handle the inventory of the fruit bowl with all the colors weird - she can't tell if that's a lemon or a lime, or what kind of apple that is - but she identifies everything she can, makes her best guesses based on the things she can distinguish about what the transformed colors represent in standard vision, memorizes it while muttering to herself because she can't write neatly with her eyes closed, and continues making observations about the nature of dark scrying until she thinks she has enough for a good paper.
Then she opens her eyes, pulls open one of the shutters and squints and writes down a quick skeletal set of notes, and says, "That's it. If you haven't thought of anything you want from me I can take you back to the barracks now."
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She's not sure how she's supposed to handle the inventory of the fruit bowl with all the colors weird - she can't tell if that's a lemon or a lime, or what kind of apple that is - but she identifies everything she can, makes her best guesses based on the things she can distinguish about what the transformed colors represent in standard vision, memorizes it while muttering to herself because she can't write neatly with her eyes closed, and continues making observations about the nature of dark scrying until she thinks she has enough for a good paper.
Then she opens her eyes, pulls open one of the shutters and squints and writes down a quick skeletal set of notes, and says, "That's it. If you haven't thought of anything you want from me I can take you back to the barracks now."