For a second the possible irony of a fluent linguist who didn’t speak English crossed his mind.  Wouldn’t that be my luck?  He couldn’t judge too much about her from his vantage point.  She was wearing a hospital gown much like his own, although hers went to mid-thigh, unlike the one they’d put him in.  She, too, was covered in bandages, although she still had her hair.  He watched as she turned and began to draw back to throw the splintery club she was holding, and he saw his chance.