She, a normally kind gentle soul mentioned slaughtering the damned seals barking all night outside her hotel room. She relocated to some dump motel closer to the mill, but without those damn seals barking all night! Night and day were irrelevant, as she couldn't identify the sun or moon for the full time she was there. Nothing but fog, mist, rain, and ice all 24/7.
It's too bad she couldn't have been here the past couple of days. Cold, but bright sunshine.
Awfully smoky, though. Something must be on fire to the north.