She can answer that, and it's a fairly generous amount of computational power for what datapads do, but they're still just media display machines with basic drawing and text editing capabilities and little to no ability to add aftermarket functionalities.

"Ahh.  I see.  ...Well, I bet I can get the Batputer to do something about that if I actually need the extra compute sometime."

"If you'd like."

"I don't know what I'd like, really.  That's the problem."

"Well, if tinkering with datapads sounds interesting, I can get you a couple when I go into town, and if it turns out not to be as interesting as it sounds, that's fine. It took me and Nine a few tries to find hobbies we liked, too."

"I think I'd like a datapad, at least."

"Of course. Is there any media in particular that you'd like? I'll be able to translate it for you."

"I don't know...A cross-section of what's popular?"

"Sure, I can do that."

"Thank you.  You're all - going so far above and beyond what I'd expect, and not even with particular systemic assistance."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, back home, if someone got dumped in my lap, I could probably find them somewhere to live and a translator, but I wouldn't be paying for that out-of-pocket because my day job is Weird Stuff First Responder, and I doubt they'd even want to eat my cooking.  Meanwhile you three have - invited me into your bosom, given me more than what I'd need, and you're not only not government or otherwise plenipotentiary agents, but basically hiding from your government."

"Well, you did get lucky with where you appeared, yes. But it really isn't an inconvenience or anything."

"...I imagine that I'd have endorsed being dropped on a hypothetical anti-Sith sort of Force user more, but I think that being here may teach me what I need, rather than reinforce my problems.  ...It's always been a lot harder to muster compassion for myself.

"And regardless of that...you're welcoming this absurd, troubling stranger that got dropped on you.  You're giving her a home, not just a house.  And maybe this is 'just' some long con, to get into the good graces of someone who can flip the galaxy's table, but...it isn't just that.  Perhaps I'm incurably optimistic, but...it just isn't.  I like to think I'm a good judge of character, and - I don't know.  Something about the lady of the house just...has this irrepressible core of giving a shit about other people, and I'm...as certain of that as I am that the sun will come up tomorrow.  So I don't really mind, you know?  If someone's going to be taking advantage of me, it may as well be someone I trust to do it with good intentions.

"Which is kind of a paradox, but...somehow, some way, I believe it's a real thing.  Especially given that...I'm not actually the best at strategy, you know?  Tactics, absolutely, strategy, no.  Though I'm decent at firebrand-type manipulation of public opinion, apparently."

She nods. "I can say more about that, if you'd like, but I'll need a few minutes to think about how to explain it, and I should go take care of my morning chores."

"I'd like that, if you have the time.  Is there a spare datapad, so I don't have to faff about with file format conversions when I start planning a house?"

"Mmhmm." She retrieves it from the cabinet and puts it into tutorial mode before turning it over. "I won't be long."

...She tolerates the tutorial (after securing that English-Basic language pack) with some ill grace, because she's not a total neophyte to tablet computing, but is, on balance, thankful for it.  The skeumorphisms are all different.

...does this galaxy not have paper?  She's very confused at some of these icons!

Eventually, she ends up with a surprisingly well-drafted (for a relative novice who's nonetheless observed technical schematics very frequently) blueprint and building plan.

She's actually planning on not a cubic structure, but something approximating a dome, to make sand drifts just go around should they make it that far; she draws from old traditions on Earth as part of her inspiration, and adds a central column for a chimney, with which to generate passive cooling during the day.  Remembering how to build a dome out of bricks takes a lot more time.  ...Well, no, remembering how to build a dome that doesn't suck is what takes that time; she has no doubt she could arrange something dome-shaped even if it wouldn't be as sturdy should it get blown up.  ...That she doesn't consider the possibility of it not getting blown up says something about her, she thinks, but she's not sure what it is.

She wraps a staircase to a second floor around her chimney, because she is, if she's building the home she dreams about (modulo this environment), going to have a balcony, to take in the fresh air from while still feeling inside.  Ish.

"Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm...going to need some molds...and figure out flooring...Second floor bedroom...if I assume a sphere of...Oh, hmm, what about underground?  Could probably benefit from a basement...Maybe the kitchen there?  No, first floor kitchenette; better greywater reclamation and accessibility that way...Should discuss that with Daisy."

Daisy has by this point returned from her chores with half a dozen eggs and a bucket of milk, and busied herself in the kitchen, transferring the milk to a jug to go into the fridge, taking the day-old milk out to churn into butter with a hand-cranked machine, whisking two of the eggs with vinegar and sunflower seed oil to make mayonnaise which she combines with some of the buttermilk and some fresh-cut herbs to make a dip, cleaning the kitchen, and starting on a batch of yogurt drops, crushing dried berries into a powder with a mortar and pestle, stirring that powder into a jar of homemade yogurt, and piping the resulting flavored yogurt onto dehydrating trays.

"What was that?" she asks when she hears her name.

"Thinking about floorplans.  Figured you'd know what makes a good place to put a kitchen better than I would; my culinary experience is mostly 'can cook things if I have exacting directions'.  Also, what sort of flooring is readily available around here?"

"It's easier to run water pipes to one part of the house than several, so if you can put it near the bathroom that will be more convenient to build. And you'll want more storage than you're likely to think you do, and it's nice to have a window in the space, if you have room for it on an outside wall." She gestures at the little window over her kitchen sink. "For flooring, the easiest kind is concrete, and they'll have linoleum, tile, wood, and area rugs in town too, but they won't have many styles of any of them. And if you want a second floor we'll have to get supplies from the city anyway and you can get essentially whatever you like there, within reason."

"I don't actually think we'll need to get any big structural members in, though I'm not done yet so I can't run the numbers on that; I was planning on shamelessly exploiting the power of arches and domes, especially since we're casting our own bricks."

"I suspect Pradnakt is going to insist, but you can talk to her about it when she wakes up."

"Mmhmm."

Daisy goes back to piping yogurt drops.