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Gyre how do you not know how a boombox works. What kind of dirty wood elf are you if you don't know music? She watches him for a moment before springing to her feet and walking over to him. She reaches down and jerks the antennas slightly around before nudging him a little so she can get to the knobs.

"Only a few of these work down here, pick this one--" She states, more of a command, just before some sort of instrumental orchestra music comes through the speakers faintly.

Guess the volume's down.