Luna rolls her eyes as the tech parade stomps by, turning her book around to finish off a sketch of the Statue of liberty as she remembered it in the 1800s. She keeps going, using an old fashioned quill-nibbed ink pen, her blonde hair just kind of curtaining around her face as she does so, realising she won't be able to keep up... the last tablet she remembered was penicillin. She stares at the page, sketching brilliantly.