"I did get a little lost," Katara admits sheepishly. She and her friends are used to flying places, and anyway, Sokka is the map guy. Not that she has a map, mind, but he's better at reading them than she is.

"I'm sure I can find my way back as long as you point me in the right direction! Especially if you're busy," she adds, trailing off and trying to look more confident than she feels. Her hands absentmindedly grasp at the strap of her waterskin, tugging on it lightly.

"I'm Katara. What's your name?" It's only polite to make introductions in situations like this, right?