A low, steady tone suddenly rung out a few times amongst the blaring distress signal still playing within the airlock. The lizard-woman lifted her head up at the sound, then scrambled over to the window on the airlock door heading to the decompressed and terribly shredded innards of the ship. Most of the equipment was trashed, but a single screen embedded into the front of the ship somehow survived, albeit barely. Through the bleeding lines of colors and twitching frames, she could just barely make out a large "Permission to Dock?" across the top, as well as various specs on the ship in question flashing across the screen, not that she understood a lick of it. She scrambled over to the other window, staring off into space, and peered around for the ship in question.