She huffs a disbelieving chuckle. It turns into a real laugh. Radio was something, at least. Recording equipment meant a record, archives, something for her to look through. Automail was just plain useless to her.

"I'll manage, I'll just complain a lot about it first. Alright, take me to your libraries." Wait, he probably wouldn't get that joke... Oh god, would she ever have relevant pop culture references again?

"Or, uh, a shower. Shower first, I think."