Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

a voice crested the darkness.
it was close enough to her own language for sanja to startle with recognition, but there was something about the way the stranger spoke that wasn't right. she could assume understanding to some words; perhaps that would be enough.
after she finishes coughing up bile, then nothing, sanja turns awkwardly to look for the stranger. she feels immediately bothered that they were found here, and watched, in their current state.
she looks the stranger over a minute more but says nothing. better to be on her guard.