[A blatant pause. Silence ensues, and then the sound of 'clanking'. It's plastic and not metal, though.]
Vin? Vin! [Some more clanking. By this point, Ashelin is actually trying to fix her communicator. Except it's not working, so she's going to use the one the ship gave her.] Vin, come in.
[There's a sigh of absolute exasperation.]
Mar damned faulty equipment.
And Mar damn that...
[Her following words are uttered with a growl.]
Jak. This is Jak's doing.
Where in the hell...
[And this is the part where she realizes she's got no eco pistols, nothing to arm herself with.]