Digital machines were always so feisty about water and the slightest bumps, frankly one of the reasons Aziraphale never really trusted them farther than he could throw one. Hopefully they could salvage it, even if the proof of their efforts was on Alec's skin.

Ignored, he reluctantly (and a little huffily) let Alec go to cross over to the camera himself, giving the thing a pout as if it might come around if he coaxed it enough. Though he suspected he'd have about as much luck fussing over the camera as he had with coaxing Alec to let him bandage his hand.

"I'm sure it's not entirely lost," he said with a certainty born of absolutely no expertise in the matter, but meant to reassure. He circled the tripod and Elliott, hands waving a little at the ridiculous Camcorder thing. "Don't you just-- I mean, what is it you do? Put it in rice?"