He has a very appreciative audience.  "Are you filming this?" inquires translator-Felicity.

"The shuttle has cameras but I'm not considering cinematography very much. I'll give myself a headband camera." He does this.

"Excellent."  Her local instance chats with Isaac as the two of them watch on in wonder.

The city has stalactite towers and a lazy river and a constellation of lights on the ceiling and walls and parks and gardens and an empty zoo and mosaics on the streets.

It all goes up according to plan and without issue.  The humans go for a walk (on Felicity's part, and a coughing-interrupted skipping-jumping-run on Isaac's) in the finished part nearest them when Cam gets too far away for them to keep watching.

City city city! Cam swoops through it for the benefit of the forehead camera once he's gotten it all up and then alights next to Felicity and Isaac.

"It's lovely!"

"Thank you!" And now it is time to carefully move all the dead people and their stuff to a suitably respectful museum building so he can turn the cave entryway into a transit hub.

"Do you want me to do that for you?  Or help?  I didn't mean to only volunteer for gruesome things; I'll do nearly anything really - "

"You can help tote everything into the museum, yes."

"Okay!"  And he hops to, with exuberance that doesn't preclude carefulness.

Felicity joins in as well, making up for having less bubbly enthusiasm with having more arms.

Cam can make hover wagon things but doesn't have any robots good at delicately picking up skeletons and stuff so they will still have to do some manual labor. Apart from consolidating the layout some and putting stuff behind velvet ropes with paths for observers to traverse the museum attempts to maintain the vibe of the pre-colonization cave.

"It seems there should perhaps either be digital or otherwise multiple copies of the library available, or the papers themselves should acquire some security?  What do you think, Isaac."

"The first thing, very definitely!!  - Except, maybe not the contact information on the personal ads, for living - going to be living?  People?  Or, just, if it's recent enough that they would get bothered a lot."

"Are those easy to separate out without me having to personally read them all?"

"Well, I could do it!  Most of them are separate from their descriptions but not in a standardized format."

"All right, go ahead and compile me a list of what-all should be in a nice accessible record of the contents so the originals can be safe behind glass."

"Happily!  I will need some sort of materials to record it with, though."

Cam hands him a yellow legal pad and a pen.

The legal pad receives a glance of mild confusion, like it isn't quite an object Isaac recognizes.  "What format?  Should I just rewrite everything that isn't someone's contact information?"

"Titles or similarly identifying details, with whatever runs of page numbers or whatever I should include."

"I think most of the things I would need to redact are on the scale of paragraphs to words within sentences, not pages."

"Inconvenient. In that case I will give you a handheld scanner," he does, "and you can take a picture of each page and then do this," he demonstrates drawing a rectangle across the screen and then pressing a button to blur it, "and then that'll turn into a conjurable compilation."

"Okay!"  Isaac has a few more questions aimed at becoming confidently competent in using the scanner and then sets to it.