Circe takes the radio and examines it as someone curious about a foreign device. It is so very much not her realm of expertise, but it reminds her, wistfully, of Daedalus, so long ago. He would be first to take it apart, where she only inspects it like it is delicate porcelain.

She accepts the question with an unbothered, "I do not. Radio-- a derivative of radius, beam or ray?"