"What, you don't have a sound system? Tch! Hang on..."

Red reached down past the dash of his everpresent DAHAK Mk.III, and a quiet, crackling hum brought the speakers to life... albeit halfway through a somewhat melancholy-sounding song, led by a starlet's wistful crooning backed by a band ensemble:

--f right now, I could feel your arms around me,
for even just one sec--

And he all but bludgeons his own dashboard into silence. His head hangs low for a moment, jaw clenched, almost looking as if he was attempting to wring the pink of out from his cheeks.

"...Seriously, tell me you have one we can use instead."