"Ism of..." She thought for a bit then realized she didn't know where she was from. "Ism." She stated, as if to correct herself. She lowered her head even more.
He was extremely confused. "But a room with this many nichelings should be fighting!" He said, seeming to be in some sort of denial. He wasn't used to peace.
He went and sat next to her. He never really went to a school. Only learning he'd done was about gods/goddesses from his tribe, myths, and how to fight.