"I'll find you a catalog, then." He has some conjure-rummaging to do and then he presents her with a suitable glossy magazine.

"Thank you!  G'night."

"Sleep well."

She starts paging through the catalog on the way up the stairs and then is distracted from training her computer by keeping on doing that.  Future legs are in fact very cool, and more than that the fact that price is not at all a concern is fantastic.  Probably she should go for one generally functional one and one fancy artsy one that doesn't pass as a human leg, and - wow.  She would probably never have realized that she really really wanted a digitigrade one that made her a solid two feet taller (with a matching stilt-boot thing for the other side - does she want to get rid of her other flesh leg for this no she does not actually, even if it's sort of tempting) if it were not right in front of her, but now she super wants that more than basically any other selfish thing.

Once she's gone through it once she will boot up her computer.  - Hopefully this is not the sort of thing that both takes a really long time and isn't interruptable.  Oh well.

The computer wants her to try willing certain menu items to be selected, and drawing lines in various directions, and navigating a sample file structure, and stuff like that. Since it's telling her what to try to do, it responds accurately but not always promptly or smoothly.

That's so cool!!!  Very satisfying when it works.  She'd decided a while back to try and keep with the clock on her phone, because having a sense of stability is probably important in this situation, but she did nap earlier so she can stay up a little late messing around with it.

The tutorial is over before too long - it also introduces her to the file structure and basic features of the operating system - and then it spits her out into the default screen with the default apps and Cam's included library.

What's in the library?

Something called "Library of Hell 2150 Essentials Collection", all the entries tagged with things like whether they're fiction or nonfiction, dates of publication, and media type.

. . . It will still be there in the morning.  She sleeps.

And when her morning comes, she concludes that it will also still be there after she gets her NEW LEGS, and goes downstairs.

Cam is talking to Alassëo about something at the bar while Alassëo collects a pretty lunchbox from him. They look over when she comes down.

She waves and sits down a medium distance away, and pages through her catalog some more.

She could get a leg covered in tiny projectors like the one her computer has which makes it look like a meat leg, or a steampunk leg, or display light shows on holidays, or have messages marquee across it. She can get a full-time steampunk leg. She can get a leg that can deploy a magnet functionality for spacewalks.

The future is coooooool.  She can definitely keep herself occupied until she's approached.

"Morning," says Cam, when Alassëo's gone back outside, "you look cheery."

" - Sorry."

"I wasn't, uh, rebuking you for looking cheery."

"Oh.  This stuff is just really neat, is all."

"The legs? Sure are. What kind do you want? Or do you want a few to swap out?"

"And the computer.  I would love a few to swap out; could I start with these?"  She turns to the page with the very tall(!) digitigrade(!!!) ones and points to them.

"...sure." Legs.

Legs!!  She hops on a booth table to put them on.

When she leans forward to stand up, she leans right back and plants her palms firmly on the tabletop.  " - Uh.  Could I get some skating gear, please?  Like a helmet and knee pads and stuff."

"Sure." He supplies her with various protective equipment. It looks interestingly futuristic; they have learned to pack a lot of protection into small and stylish spaces.

She examines these for a moment before equipping them, then attempts to stand up, putting a lot of her weight on the corner of the booth.

The leg is as intuitive as it can get but it's still inherently kind of ridiculous.