“Is-is someone there? Hello?”

M'comm M'orzz sits in his jail cell. He has been kept in isolation on Oa since his failed rebellion, or so he thought. He heard a distinct voice from a nearby cell, your voice.

He assumes you, the owner of the voice, are a Martian. It would probably horrify him to be so close to a human. But frankly, he's just surprised to hear another person in the cells.

“Please… I want to talk to someone.”