03.40: Ayala and Dead Girl

Ayala gets to her feet, gripping her spear firmly in her left hand as she smoothly shifts it to an upright position.
"Your skool." She says slowly, offered hand for a brief moment in mild confusion before gripping it firmly. She'd nearly forgotten the odd way people greet each other here, and it was just one of many things she'll need to get used to.
"You are head? Is your brood?"