Azula strode authoritatively down the hall, her nose wrinkled at the faint scent their lodgings carried. Everything in this building smelt of other people, and Azula wasn't used to it. Although she could handle sleeping on the ground, she was accustomed to having her own private tent to do it in, and to sleep on bedding that didn't carry sinister reminder that a hundred other people had laid their heads on the same pillow. Some people might've thanked their lucky stars that they had been born to riches instead of rags, but Azula just sneered at the commoners and wished that they would keep their filthy bodies elsewhere. It was annoying that they had to stoop to this level. She'd do it, of course, but, even despite the rather interesting reconnaissance she'd done earlier that day, Azula was in a rather foul mood from the inconvenience of the whole situation.
She burst into Mai's room without knocking first and, after giving a derisive glance to the surroundings, she sauntered over and sat on the edge of Mai's bed. "Mm. At least it’s soft enough,” she muttered critically, then looked up at Mai. “I assume you had a good day mingling with the commoners,” she said, pronouncing that last word as if she were talking about rancid meat. “Did you learn anything?”