[ a strange chortled laugh escapes her before she can stop it, mostly out of disbelief. whatever shenanigans were afoot needed to cease immediately, it was hard enough to comprehend and the added headache only made the bubbles in her stomach feel worse.

Azula wants to make a joke about how little the Avatar was, but she vaguely recalled him maybe having an inch on her the last time she saw him. besides, she literally just saw Korra airbend-- not something that could be faked. she was familiar enough with the reincarnations that she knew this wasn't some bizarre history encounter, so all it really left her with was a big fat pile of confusion. did it even matter now if Korra knew who she was? should she just be thankful there was someone from her world seemingly powerful enough to help her escape this one?

she hates how Korra is looking at her, like she was expecting her to have some grand reaction. instead Azula is just staring at her with the blankest of expressions while she presses her palm against her temple in an effort to stop the throbbing. ] Of course I'm trapped in sex city with the Avatar. Do you have any plucky sidekicks with you or do we get to try to return home on our own?