She shrugged, her shoulders already bare, and headed behind the screen. "Understood. I have been told I am very distracting." Her usual purple jumpsuit flopped over the screen a moment later. The gun belt with her twin blaster pistols followed a moment after.

Then her head popped up over top of the screen.

"Oh yes, your firebending. And thank you for the notice - I will say much the same: I hope my acrobatic knife throwing does not in any way distract from your display of skill."

The confidence in the statement came in its calmness, really, and might well pluck at a nerve or two - and hinted at how spectacular she would make the display. It didn't hurt that she had the visual acuity to see clearly through thin blindfolds, which the audience wouldn't know. But then, there was the fact that the well-tuned insult bounced off of her like a small shell against tank armor.

"Theatricality is strange," she added, pulling the elements of costume she had gathered over, "but I understand its value."