[ In that pause, Miriam glances down at her bracelet, then at the people around her, who are all busily working. She's about to just keep on walking when she hears the voice again. There's something projected onto her arm too, which they'd used during the recording earlier, but she still doesn't really understand it. ]

A post? Like a letter, written on paper, that you send in the mail? No no no hon. What you just heard was a radio ad.

[ Somewhere in the background, there's the sound of someone else stifling a laugh. Midge doesn't fully get that it's because of her, so she keeps going. ]

Are you a ... a. ... bracelet operator or something? Is that why you can speak through this thing?