"No, no." She sighs, peeling herself away and drifting over to the mirror to wipe at her face angrily. "I'm just sick of all the looks. From Babs an' everyone."

Sokka has plenty of his own to worry about. She hadn't meant to tell him just how stressed she's been. But that seems kind of pointless, when she's still sniffly just from hardly anything important at all.

"I don't wanna go have that fight with her because I don't know what I'll say."