[Korra redirects her glare at Hei. She is not yours to command, and how dare you treat her like she's being irrational, hysterical, unreasonable, an embarrassment. That crazy woman shot her! She was in traction for a week. She had to use a cane for months. She nearly lost the last thing that made her Korra, and everybody's acting like it's No Big Deal.
Some friends they are.]
A little air sounds great. [She nearly chokes on the words, and she has to forcibly unclench her fist.] Something here stinks.
Come on, Naga.
[Ignoring both Chekov and Hei, Korra mounts the polar bear dog, her thigh twinging complaint (or is she just imagining that?), and canters off.]
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Some friends they are.]
A little air sounds great. [She nearly chokes on the words, and she has to forcibly unclench her fist.] Something here stinks.
Come on, Naga.
[Ignoring both Chekov and Hei, Korra mounts the polar bear dog, her thigh twinging complaint (or is she just imagining that?), and canters off.]