[It was in fact Momo chattering, but Sokka doens't look up at first.]
Nothing. I was writing in the journal... [Momo scampers off in Jack's direction and Sokka turns his attention that way. He practically falls over as he sees who it is and grabs the nearest weapon nearby... Aang's glider. He holds it out in front of him, belatedly realizing that it looks just as unintimidating in his hands as it does Aang's.]
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Nothing. I was writing in the journal... [Momo scampers off in Jack's direction and Sokka turns his attention that way. He practically falls over as he sees who it is and grabs the nearest weapon nearby... Aang's glider. He holds it out in front of him, belatedly realizing that it looks just as unintimidating in his hands as it does Aang's.]
What do you want!?