Kylah listens more to the signal than the discussions around her. She catches enough to note with some detachment that it seems typical that each officer leans toward their own expertise when dealing with this issue. Security officers want to blast things. Pilots want to perform daredevil stunts. The scientists are analyzing. And I am no different, she thinks dryly. I just want to talk and listen and decode, as if language is the answer.
...Except she does think communicating might get them somewhere. Why are they not sending for the prisoners, or ordering someone to talk to them? What side would these survivors be on, the three up ahead... or their now-dead companions, presumably killed by the others' actions?
They may say nothing. But it certainly seems worth a try. Kylah is afraid to say anything further, and does not.
Instead, she continues to monitor the signal both aurally and visually, glancing at the waves now and then. The rest of the time, her eyes are occupied by her datapad. She has begun to calculate whether it would be possible to jam the shuttle's message by overloading the band with a mass of unimportant high frequency data. Kylah knows the signal and recipient are both probably too far away--as of yet--but the closer the Yorktown gets, the more possible it might be.
Naturally she doesn't actually jam the signal yet, not without asking Singh or hearing from Garcia about whether decryption is possible. But at least I can be ready if the time comes.