"...Shit," is Kaidan's response to that, a vein of dark amusement in his tone. "Surprised you didn't have a heart attack from the cold, getting dropped outside like we did."

Once Daryl has the lightbulb free, Kaidan's facade of idle interest cracks a bit: he cranes his neck to take a peek into the empty socket, shifting a bit to see it from different angles. Alas, no interesting extra wires or conveniently blinking diodes await his inspection: the light fixture is a light fixture, at least to the unaided eye.