Arlene took a plate and started to eat ravenously. She thought James was a cool person when you got past the fact that he'd beaten the crap out of a few people; she didn't know of course that he'd murdered people. "Eagles are cool. But they have mean talons," she added cheerfully, recalling the sight of a person handling a captive eagle and having had to wear a thick glove. "Ahh, sweet mother of bacon, I love bacon." She could feel her energy-sucking brain kicking back into high gear as she ate, and she became more alert, more thoughtful. She glanced up at the lights again and squinted. She [i]knew[/i] something was strange about them. Was it just the wattage? Perhaps they were a different kind of fixture. She couldn't figure it out.