A shame. He won't bother apologizing, when even his voice seems to grate on the locals. He needs materials, something he can use to house the souls of their dearly departed- but scrounging through their garbage would surely net him only that which they'll have already rejected.

Edgar needs something which can demonstrate his utility to these people- he needs a Doll. He wanders. What technology do these people use to listen to music? Anything that produces sound could be the appropriate medium for their dearly departed.

They have music speakers built into many public installations like benches and trellises, which vary in volume but all seem to be tuned to the same radio station.

Theft will only earn the ire of this government- for all that Edgar has seen no watchmen patrolling the streets. He can try to catch a disembodied soul, something he has never been able to manage, and store it in a trellis, but it will be wasted time if he cannot prove it to the locals. He has little recourse. There are no bodies he can use, here, without attracting undue attention. He would have to find them, and then persuade people who see him as beneath the dirt on their shoes.

Edgar sits on one such radio-enabled bench, and hopes there are ambient souls desperate to be embodied once more. He investigates the radio, trying to determine how it is supplied power, as he mumbles some of the formulae under his breath. Once he has identified a power supply and the basic workings of the radio, he will know enough to make his first test. In an hour or two, he should know if he can do business here.

The radio is cunningly embedded, but he can find the speakers, pointing out at the world from the sides of the two front legs of the bench. It's in stereo. There's a panel on the back of the bench legs that unscrews for maintenance.