She tested tougher cases. A sprawled receipt from a rooftop bar, soaked once and creased twice, came through legible, the totals intact. An architectural sketch, heavy pencil on tracing paper, translated to vector-friendly lines that could be exported directly into their CAD workflow. Even the studio’s infamous coffee-stained script, the one with three different hands in the margins, emerged clean enough that the director could search for “final scene” and find the exact page in seconds. Each pass felt less like correction and more like understanding.