[A flat look is directed at Sokka.] Yes. Fell asleep. Remember, you told us to have fun?

[And a more mild version of the look is directed at Nash before she realizes that -- in Luceti, birds actually can talk. It's a good suggestion. Have a smile and some explanation.] I don't blame him for not wanting to face what happened. [Actually, yes. Yes she does. It hurts her pride like the dickens.] I didn't either. But it's been a week and our friend has been kidnapped. We're not going to force him to come home, but he should at least know that he can come home.