Charlie rubs the back of her head from where she's hit it when she fell. She sees the young Na'vi running towards a pregnant Na'vi, covered in pollen. "er, i mite need some help.." she hears the young one say.
"What's going on?" Charlie asks, making her way toward the pair. She silently scolds herself. Only she would forget that not all Na'vi speak English.
She struggles to find the right words. "Oel ngati kameie?" she says, twisting her hand in the traditional Na'vi greeting gesture.
