[He's got a radio in his hands. He might have gotten it from your garage. Or someone else's. Whatever. He holds it out, looking distressed. He's also slurred and reeks of booze so she can probably guess what the issue is here.]

This! The radio, it's got... well there's a lot wrong with it. It practically cried at me. But it's okay. It's okay! I can fix it. Shouldn't be hard. He'll be okay.