"I want it to do more than that," she admitted, staring down at her drawing with a certain fondness she generally reserved for kittens and fresh fanfic about Luke Skywalker. "I want to read our DNA proteins. I want to know what it is they did to us when they kidnapped us or whooshed us or cooked us up or whatever."

She could afford to be casual about being 'cooked up.' It was potentially her second time, after all.

Sighing, she slumped against the wall. "Unfortunately, at the moment, it's going to have to remain theoretical. I'm no engineer, but I'm pretty sure we lack even the means to make the lens, at this point."

No phones, no lights, no motor cars. Not a single luxury.