That's definitely a woman's voice. Martin's heart takes a tumble. Where is Jon? They were supposed to be dragged... wherever this is together. Did they just get flung into the ocean? Is he still out there? Before panic can set in, he realizes there are more immediate concerns that he can actually do something about.

"N-no. My glasses. I'm so sorry, but-but can you see them? Or... anyone else on the beach? I'm Martin." As he sits up properly, it may become apparent that he looks like he's already survived a shipwreck... and maybe murdered someone? He's sporting a scruffy beard and mustache, his hair is a bit wild with some gray shot through it in spite of a relatively youthful face. The front of his flannel shirt is stained dark with blood across the chest and stomach, down to his jeans. At least the sea water seems to have done a bit for the blood, but the remnants of that are still there.