Coil had hit this world like landing wrong in an ice-cold pool. Aside from those first few moments of half-consciously absorbing the ambience of the ship--a humming engine, makes sense, he'd fallen asleep in the car during the long drive home hadn't he?--every moment had been nothing but mounting spikes of anxiety. He'd had nightmares like this. An infinity of black, mindless ships and wreckage suspended in it, surrounded by empty halls and dead comms. Alone.

Again.

Somewhere in the cavernous ship, Coil is currently losing his mind. He can't use his voice to vent his frustration, but he can use his body. The sound of desperate human fists slamming into metal echos down the halls.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!--

Over and over. He's so lost in his heedless, heartbroken rage that he almost misses the soft crackle of the comms entirely. It's only the last word or two and a hiss of static that manage to get through to him between strikes, and he freezes immediately in place. Panting breath is suddenly caught and held, burning in his lungs while he strains to listen.

Seconds tick by on nothing but dead air. He doesn't hear another word... but, eventually, there is an electrical pop. Something's trying to connect.

He flies to the comm, then. He practically attacks the keyboard, sending out a hasty message.

hello is someone there

With how half the lights on this panel don't seem to be lit, however, there's no way to be sure the message even successfully sent.