Boromir accepted that he hadn't quite gotten used to this new language that had been planted in his head by the sorceries of the healers, but this woman's speach was odd to him to say the least. He could follow the gist of it but her mannerisms...

"I... am not sure but if you know anywhere around here where I could arm myself I would be most grateful." He fingers the knife he has at his belt, not drawing it yet in case of accident in the chaotic crowds fleeing the scene.