The voice, meager as it was, made him drop his crowbar.  He jumped back, smacking into the door, closing it behind him.  His mind boggled at how strange it was to hear another voice...it had only been, what, a week or so?  And yet the words were already foreign to him, his mind having accepted that he would likely never hear human speech again.<br/><br/>"He...hello?" his replied, cautiously.  He had a sudden realization that he *was* breaking and entering, and that whoever had called out might do him harm because of it.  His hand fumbled for his crowbar, and closing on it, he spoke, "Look, I'm sorry about your door.  I'm just hungry, and it's not like anyone else..."<br/><br/>He paused, realizing how ridiculous he sounded, and for a moment, he wondered if he had imagined the voice.<br/><br/>"There is somebody here, isn't there?" he asked nervously.