[ Unfortunately for Mikotaba, just as he's entering the break room to listen to the radio, he'll find it in pieces strewn across the break room table, with Kim knuckle-deep in its innards, unscrewing something inside. For the moment before he notices the door opening, he is in a space of complete peace: he is fully focused on one of his favourite tasks, working with precision and expertise, as he always wishes he was.

But then, moments later, he realizes he heard the door open and his head shoots up, looking a little chagrinned. ]

Ah -- my apologies, Doctor, this has taken a little longer than I thought it would. [ He sets down a tool, gloved hands curled neatly around each other atop the table. ] The old radio is in the third drawer over there, if you want it.