Mai snorted. "I'd hardly call the grill 'grand.'" Rolling her neck, her eyes returned to the tent, staring intently, as though cutting through its fibre with the sharp pointedness of her glare. "...don't repeat this, but that drill idea was more like something a certain someone else would've done. Not exactly Azula's style, if you ask me."
Mai had taken great pains not to mention Zuko at all to the girls up to this point. The last thing she needed was for anyone to accuse her of only being along to boy-chase. Even if there was some truth to it. She demanded to be taken seriously - though anyone that knew her wouldn't doubt that she wasn't in it for country and glory.