The woman seems to be tinkering with something, muttering curses in some distant language that doesn’t sound too familiar. She’s glaring at a device that looks like it’d been taped together with scraps around the house, she takes a smack at it, glaring further, “Ding when there’s stuff, he says.” she flipped and opened up the back, “Oh my god he used RTI compacitors from energizer batteries, I hate him.” she mutters in English.