Still rigid, like a cat about to spring, she hears english from the man's lips, recognizes his gestures not as aggression, but soothing... but she's reluctant to ease up.  "Будут--" she jumps at the sound of metal hitting the floor, her eyes wide as she settles onto the balls of her feet, trying to regain composure, but isn't able to take her eyes away from the man rocking on the bed, in obvious distress.  "You..."  She steps down from the bed, but won't let the wall stray from her back.  "Where am I?"  Her eyes are huge and crystaline, and she is dressed identically to the two of them... her coveralls seem huge on her diminutive frame.