As the orderlies continued to rant and rave, one peered down at her with a curious frown. He glanced at his colleague and nudged him to get his attention. 

"Hey. Can she even understand us?"
His colleague shrugged and eventually stopped his rant to look down at Yolanda. He poked her with the toe of his boot.

"Can you understand English?"

Yolanda almost laughed, though she managed to instead school her expression into one of vague confusion. "Naturrlik kan ek jou moroon?*" She phrased the insult as a question. The orderlies all fell silent at that, one giving a loud sigh.

"The crazy bitch doesn't even speak English. Why does no one check these things out?" One demanded, glaring at the others. "How about you all go and actually do your jobs and get her room ready?"

The other orderlies shuffled off as the one who gave the order looked down at her briefly before moving over to the otherside of the room, losing interest when he thought that she couldn't understand his insults. 

Yolanda tilted her head to the side and looked at the man with the pretty blue eyes, who she knew had been watching the display. She gave him a slight smile before mouthing, '[i]hello[/i]'. 

[*Of course I can, moron.]