At this point? Wings on people were almost yawn-worthy.

"The laptop's practically on its own power supply," she said, not very vehemently. "And if Shaun and Barbossa possibly shooting shit the last time there was a show," she was not going to ask whether there had actually been shooting, or merely threats of it; she didn't want to know, "didn't short out the park, I doubt anything coming out of that booth could." She looked up at one of the extinguished walkway lights. "Wonder if the park will fix it the way it always fixes everything."