"Whoah, whoah whooooooah!" Shava says waving her dagger in the air and approaching the undead. When she gets to the skull she brushes her hair aside and quickly straightens her jacket, a move that seems well practiced.
"Now I'm as excited to slay a dragon as any one else I'm sure. You'll have to excuse me though, but sir seem oddly sentient and reasonable for a floating skull." She gestures to the skull. "And yet, when we walked down this hall you attacked us! Call it the sway of Dolurrh if you will, but it seems awful funny that you would attack so feircly and then surrender so clearly and well spoken!"