Mai snidely looked down her nose at the heap of simpering man at her feet. She sighed and bent over to retrieve her knives. "Not worth it." She muttered under her breath as she slipped them away in her sleeves.
Straightening up and taking wide strides to catch up with Azula, she followed, ever eager to offer a word of support. "Explore. Riiight. We'll blend in perfectly with the peasants and merchants littering the streets." Her voice dripped, syrupy with sarcasm.