It isn't that she really blames him for not knowing what tape is, she really can't blame him for anything that his universe might have left off getting to yet.

"We could really use a decent adhesive," she says, her own irritation at the situation slightly showing through. "But I'll take clips of any kind, if you happen to see them. The list of things we don't have is larger than what we do have."

Seriously, their supply list is tiny and it frustrates her daily. Compensating is great, but it doesn't diminish the frustration. One of these days her colleagues are going to hear her start to complain about the technology. Really complain about not having hyposprays or tricorders or a regenerator. What she wouldn't do for one of those.