He stops, lingering defensively against the wall, bearing his fangs and continuing to growl. But he doesn't move to strike, and it gives her the chance to speak. And the meaning of some of those words actually trickle through to him.

It's okay she's saying. Asking if he speaks...English? Saying something about hurting? His head hurts now, more than anything.

"I don't not speak English well," he says with a buzz, his English thickly accented and hard to make out. Even as he says it, he's confused.