[Mantis perks faintly at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, turning her head only to tilt it up to meet Lea's concerned expression. 'Bummed.' That must be a way to express sadness. She was not aware that a melancholy nature was associated with one's hindquarters.]

[She turns her gaze forward and lifts her chin, hands tightly clasped in her lap.]

I am experiencing frustration. The repairmen I have sought are unable to fix this lamp.

[It's probably easy to tell that's what she has in the bag beside her. --Oh, but perhaps...! Her expression eases, hope edging into her countenance as she looks back to Lea.]

Perhaps you are acquainted with a repairman of great talent?