Somebody said something and a woman's voice answered in a foreign language.

Then a deep, yet soft voice answered from the console.

When she answered her voice was low, still fearful, but curious as well.

Perhaps it was both of us, a gurgling voice answered from deep within.

"You can't do it," his voice answered out of the darkness.

"So am I," a voice answered out of thin air.

You did not have to answer my lonely voice.

He spoke in a whisper; a quiet voice answered from the corner.

"I fell down a mountain," she answered, her voice low and full of anguish.

"Working," the gentle voice answered with just the perfect touch of question that invited me to continue.