"Very bright." Roxie's gaze slides up, looking at the stars, and the buzz of electricity between her fingers goes out. "Before we had filament lamps sturdy enough, arc lamps with a mechanism to adjust the rods—" (she gestures vaguely) "—as they burned down were the best street lights. Easy to set up, it's just a thing on top of a pole with wires up it..."

Her voice is soft and a bit more monotone than usual, though. The stars have really drawn her attention.