Azula was about to tell off the fool for his comment when out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of him and her blood ran cold.

Ever since her fateful duel with Katara that had ended her dreams of world conquest, ice, snow and water had all made her so miserably uncomfortable that only a few years of therapy had gotten her calm enough to bathe in a proper bath. Seeing a living being made of pure ice was not at all helping her frame of mind.

And worse still he made stupid jokes. It was like someone had given Sokka bending powers.

A few deep breaths and she hissed back at him, "I am incredibly scary, and I always have a plan."

This was a lie. Something she was more comfortable with. Her plans were forming yes but...there was the problem of the hostage. How to get her free from danger so they could end these pathetic fools who had the unfortunate luck of being trapped in an enclosed space with her.

The chill creeping up her spine proved and inspiration, she did not after all have to do this alone. What was the point of a legion if you didn't make use of it?

"If you wish to be of use I'm going to need to know your abilities and fast. They don't appear to be terribly patient and neither am I."