"Could do puppet theater," Clara added with a grin. "That's one way to keep things interesting. Although there's a library, decent selection of books, so I'm not too worried about lack of amusement in the media department. As for a Faraday Cage..." Her brow furrowed. Here, she was just a bit caught out, because what exactly a Faraday Cage was? She couldn't explain. A room with no radio signals and no ghosts, but that was sort of like a definition that used the same word. Recursive. Annoying.
"Well, I don't totally understand it myself--I'm not the science brainiac, after all, I'm an English teacher--" she cracked a lopsided little smile, the moment of mild frustration passing into a more lighthearted making fun of herself, "but I gather it keeps radio signals, electric signals, that sort of thing, keeps them out. Or in. Depends on where they're originating from."