"All of that?" Rodney says, his face twisting in disgust. "Well that's horrible. Olympia's a mess."

The long-story-short is almost good enough for him for now, since he's thinking about circuitry and kludges. Almost. "High dragon? There's a difference? But oh, no, no, I think I knew that about the statues. Well, not both statues, just the one statue. Of what's-her-name. Their goddess-lady. That seemed relevant." Because, wow, he's been hearing a lot about her since they hit Olympia earlier in the month.

"You can tell me what you were up to the last six months while a giant undead dragon rampaged when we get back to Olympia"--because that's what's happening here--"but right now I don't want to leave a broken radio just laying around where anyone can get it who's not us." He then breathes out in a disgruntled huff and waves a hand toward where there may-or-may-not be shopping. "Nearest electronics."