[The voice that she is hearing is thick with a Welsh accent. Gwen looks around for one second, before wanting to smack her head into the metallic something she's holding with the futility of it.]
What do you think is going on?! I've heard about trying to save up on the light bill but they could at least be as kind as to give us a lamppost or two left. I think we should file an official complaint about this. Maybe two! Sign a list or something. If we can ever find a pencil again. Or see signatures. That could be a good thing. I'm really just talking right now because I'm scared out of my wits and I'll try really hard not to punch you out of fear when you reach me!