The green radio is basking under the sun, bathing in its warmth.
Since she doesn't have a human face to make expressions, it's hard to read her mood.
However, since the 5th Dimension's "Aquarius" is playing from her speakers, it might suggest she is in good spirits.
She snaps up the moment she notices your presence, and the music shifts to a four-note motif—just like Beethoven's fate knocking at the door.
Ms. Radio: He-hello? Ms. Vertin, what brings you here? Have they finally decided my verdict?
Ms. Radio: I hope my recent actions were enough to prove my innocence ...
She shivers nervously, and the music seems to crackle along with her.
Ms. Radio: Really? That is wonderful news! I am relieved to hear that I have been helpful.
Ms. Radio: These past few days have left me on edge, wondering if they would pry open my battery cover, or submerge me in Formalin ...
Ms. Radio: ... or even take me apart in search of enemy signals ...
Ms. Radio: Thank you for your confidence in me, Ms. Vertin.
Ms. Radio: So, am I allowed to move freely within the Foundation now?
Ms. Radio: I could use a little cleaning, polishing, and perhaps a coat of wax, if I can find someone to do it.
Ms. Radio: These past few days have left me on edge, wondering if they would pry open my battery cover, or submerge me in Formalin ...
Ms. Radio: ... or even take me apart in search of enemy signals ...
Ms. Radio: Thank you for your confidence in me, Ms. Vertin.
Ms. Radio: So, am I allowed to move freely within the Foundation now?
Ms. Radio: I could use a little cleaning, polishing, and perhaps a coat of wax, if I can find someone to do it.
Ms. Radio: We could slather ourselves in machine oil, bask in the sun, and let the rays zap our impurities away.
TALK AGAIN
Ms. Radio: Did you find something, Ms. Vertin?
Ms. Radio: Really? That is wonderful news! I am relieved to hear that I have been helpful.
Ms. Radio: These past few days have left me on edge, wondering if they would pry open my battery cover, or submerge me in Formalin ...
Ms. Radio: ... or even take me apart in search of enemy signals ...
Ms. Radio: Thank you for your confidence in me, Ms. Vertin.
Ms. Radio: So, am I allowed to move freely within the Foundation now?
Ms. Radio: I could use a little cleaning, polishing, and perhaps a coat of wax, if I can find someone to do it.
Ms. Radio: These past few days have left me on edge, wondering if they would pry open my battery cover, or submerge me in Formalin ...
Ms. Radio: ... or even take me apart in search of enemy signals ...
Ms. Radio: Thank you for your confidence in me, Ms. Vertin.
Ms. Radio: So, am I allowed to move freely within the Foundation now?
Ms. Radio: I could use a little cleaning, polishing, and perhaps a coat of wax, if I can find someone to do it.
Ms. Radio: We could slather ourselves in machine oil, bask in the sun, and let the rays zap our impurities away.