The only ones upset about the grid are all those unfortunate folks caught in the middle of doing something important... and Phalanx, apparently. Either because of a terminally short memory or (much more improbably) because of somehow never having experienced this nightly ritual, they startle entirely out of their meal.

Phalanx freezes as the power flushes out of this sector, and there's the tiny, highlighted sound of a fork hitting the floor once it's totally dark.

It's all back only a second or two later, but Phalanx already has both hands covering their ears, eyes wide and uncomprehending.