She, for her part, did an elegant little hop to retrieve the knife. Waste not, want not. The bifurcated coin clattered to the floor, unheeded.

She turned to listen as she spoke, watching her face carefully. Human emotions were difficult. And there is much in Azula's reaction that is puzzling to her.

"Well that is a pity," she replied, trying to work at the catch of her jumpsuit. She might need the dressing screen pointed out to her - human modesty standards are not something she really understood in such a setting. Public, yes, and occasions - but outside of that, what purpose was there?

"It would be an excellent opportunity to watch the audience. And I would not err, if that is the issue. There are very few variables."

The idea that she'd cause harm to someone she didn't know didn't even occur to her.

"But in that event, what will your 'act' be?"