"Regularly enough," he said with a shrug, not quite relaxing yet, but no longer completely still. Like a wary animal unsure of a human who had gotten too close and still getting used to their presence. "Usually don't take this long to fix, though."

Daryl's eyes went to the ceiling again, squinting at the auxiliary lights like he might be able to figure out what had happened if he just contemplated them long enough, "Something must've gotten at the lines. Usually it's just a popped switch or some shit."