"FUCK! THIS! SHIT!"
It was not a suitable greeting to a fellow survivor. However, those words were the first that reached the unknown operator, before Andrzej realized he is being heard again.
"Jesus Christ, who's there?", he shouted to the microphone, "Hello? I have a rover, but I'm stuck in the debris! Do you have a pressure suit? I need someone with a pressure suit 'cause I just can't move that goddamn piece of junk!"
He needed to relax. He definitely needed to relax before even touching the controls again. Unfortunately, he knew no other way to cal himself down than to share his misery with the others. So he begun to explain the unknown voice what does he think about this expedition, the command, the ship systems and its manufacturers, NASA and everybody involved. With first three sentences he used up most profane words he knew, so the rest of his tirade was a bit repetitive. He tried to switch to Polish, but it was not so satisfying when no one could comprehend. So he begun to swear in English again. In the end, he slammed the controls and stormed out of the control room.
In the meantime, another solution begun to form in his subconcioussness. It reached the surface just when he declared that the captain is an idiot and should die a gruesome death along with the guy who did the navigation part. Standard procedures didn't achieve much, but perhaps some more subtle maneuvering will do. He just had to override the thing's safeguards, especially this stupid part of code which turned off the engine when he was about to collide with the pile of debris. If everything else fails, he was about to ram his way through the junk.