So, to recap: I can use my comfy computer, as long as I don't cause it the mortal offence of plugging it into any network whatsoever, I can use the internet in my room as long as I'm lying on my bed or bending over like a sweatshop worker, and I can have the use of both a decent PC and the internet on a timeshare with the rest of my family with no privacy whatsoever.
Win.
Context is reveling in her newfound freedom.