"And you said you were from 2015?" She shook her head, mildly incredulous. "I mean, it took me quite a while to pick up all the smart things. Mobiles, WiFi, iPads and all that. I'm probably still behind the curve." Or far, far wild of it; she still couldn't change the password to the WiFi in her flat, but she could recalibrate Gallifreyan technology meant to erase human memory. When it came to anything technological, it all came down to a gamble with Clara. Either she could pick it up or she utterly couldn't.
"How do you get by with the.... I don't know, actually, what it's called, the Camp mobile device?" Did it have a name? Oh, that was going to annoy her, now. Not knowing what to call the little thing she'd been following people's posts on all day. There was a lack of particular mental occupation here, at least when one was delivering produce, and the posts on their internal network helped with that problem.