The sound is distorted and strange as it rings loudly down the hallway-- a young man's shouting for help, recognisable simply for the tone. It's a voice she might have heard before, out-of-place memories bubbling up even as she's curled against the back of the cage, looking out into the darkness. Another newcomer's voice. But she doesn't expect the words that come through it. Shika?

--Shikamaru? Her old housemate, Rin's friend? Just the idea works some life into her, some curiosity and puzzlement powering a slight shift in her acheing sitting posture. Is it somebody she knows? Is it-- worth trying to communicate with them?

Chane glances at her NV. Without a pen she's unable to message anybody. But she knows the voice of her companion, even if she isn't certain of their identity, or even if they're real. Closing her eyes, she lets her mind focus, sharpening her power to communicate. Hopefully the recipient won't resist a telepathic surge. A breath out, she sends them the words;

Who's there--

But the second the words leave her, a blinding pain strikes her from the neck downwards like a crack of lightning. It's unexpected more than unbearable, and she's vulnerable, shocked, hurting in a way that's impossible to keep from transmitting along with that thought. Although no sound leaves her, the shock is enough to send a jolt through her body and rattle the bars of the cage gently, quietly ringing down the hallway.

[ ooc; telepathy open to anyone! ]