For now, though, the fun’s over. You sit against one wall, watching the only thing that hadn’t been moved. Your original workbench is still in the center of the room. The generator you and Twilight built still sits on the shelf underneath it, humming away under its sound-dampening dome. Frequently, a snapping sound can be heard despite the dome, as a bright spark flashes inside one end. After so much constant use, the commutator is showing some wear. You’ll have to replace it with a spare Twilight duplicated, when you move it. The sparking spooked the guards, who refused to touch it, though one pointed out it’d be difficult to dispel the soundproofing dome if Twilight was the one who’d cast it. Watching it was relaxing, in a way, even though the sparks did not fall into a regular pattern.