"Uhh-" uhhhh, "well, we heard something a few times? But it's really hard to pick up a frequency - like over boats! I thought we'd pick up a lot more, you know?" He explains with hurry. "Void radio stations, that kind of thing. But the void's just... quiet."

Does he want to drop Anan's name and her messing with it? Not really, just in case. And he doesn't want to sit on his awkward behaviour either, starting to stretch his limbs, bending back a knee and grabbing at the foot.

"Do you guys have a frequency we can use? --wait," he interrupts. "Can't you guys just send messages out? We got one once. You sent a message out about us to everyone. I remember that."