Maria still flinched at the wings flapping... Gods, how did he not hit people?! She gasped as she saw the lyre and took it with trembling hands. Shaking, she plucked at the strings, in awe of the sound. "That's... that's... How..." An Olympia lyre, and the highest quality one they made. "I could have never afforded something like this..." She played a short melody, an excerpt of an anthem she'd written for the goddess Roma. Tears sprang to her eyes despite herself. "Oh my gosh..." She stood, tucking the instrument under her arm carefully. "This is... wow. Thank you, thank you thank you."
Turning back to the TV screen, she tilted her head at it. "It just doesn't make sense. It's so big and I'd think the refresh rate would be terribly slow on it, especially if it's a scrolling refresh. The opposite edges of the screen would be disjointed from each other, I'd think." Then she laughed and gave up on trying to consider the science behind it.