03.07: Ayala

Anger, thought Noah, one letter away from danger. He had done First Contact training, it was one of the reasons he was counted as one of the X-Men. OK there were only two of them but it counted for something. His training was one of the reasons he was here with her, but nothing had had prepped him for this.
He didn’t react to her changing grip on the spear, already he could tell she wasn’t fast enough to touch him. Snap him like a twig sure, if she got her hands on him. He wondered why he was beginning to feel like Guy from The Croods.
‘Ayala,’ he repeated eagerly with a gesture towards her when he realised she had said her name. He tapped his chest. ‘Noah’
‘Do you know where home is?’ he ventured after a pause, he was keeping it simple and slow as English clearly not her forte. ‘We will get you home if it is possible. I wish I could promise that, but we do not know where you are from. You just arrived here on the island.’