12: Ni-Bump-ght - Ayala

Ayala got up and followed Harry to her car, but balked at getting in.
She wasn't particularly afraid. She'd been in one of these things before, when they had brought her here. They were loud and smelled bad, but weren't particularly scary. It was just clear her spear would be in the way if she tried to hold onto it, and she hated not having it in her hands in such an uncertain situation.
Her gaze drifted to the back seat. Perhaps it was wide enough for her to sit with it across her lap....
"Har-ee. Yes? I sit here?" She asks, gesturing towards the back.