The appearance of another member of the legion distracts Azula and gives her a moment to compose herself while the pompous aliens sputter with indignity at the insinuation.

"Yes, precisely." She mumbled taking a breath and letting it out slowly, her eyes refocusing on the eyes of the last one that had spoken. "It helps that we don't typically waste our time asking foolish and rude questions. Gives us more time to focus on learning things like tact."

The alien went purple with embaressment and ended the conversation with a "Well I never." before turning away flanked by their cronies. Azula's lips were still pressed thin and her gaze sharpened like a hawk as she not so subtly fantasized about what she'd like to do to them. Thankfully however it would only remain a fantasy. Crisis averted for now.