"You know what's getting to me the worst about being here? No omni-tools." She holds the arm that isn't carrying a bowl full of assorted cans and bottles perpendicular to her chest in a gesture that's obviously a pantomime of something, like holding a phantom phone receiver to the ear. "Kinda like the omnicomms, but way better. They weren't even a thing when I was a kid, but now nobody can live without 'em."