Katara was just coming back from stopping a group of demons who had decided to take up residence in a local hospice and feed on the elderly patients who resided there when she spotted the mostly-naked man standing not too far from the Hyperion and looking just about as confused as she'd looked when she'd first arrived in L.A. Hesitating where she stood, she watched him for a moment and tried to decide if she should approach him or not. She felt as though she should, since helping people was what she did, but she also wasn't certain if approaching a barely dressed stranger in the middle of a darkened city was what anyone could consider a wise move. Torn, unsure what to do and feeling as though she were frozen on the spot until she decided, Katara ultimately went the route she knew she would to begin with.
Drawing in a steadying breath, she approached the stranger.
"It's called a car," she said, her tone quiet and as nonthreatening as possible. Her lips curved upward into a soft, hesitant sort of smile as she came to a stop a few feet away from him. "It won't hurt you as long as you don't step out into its path. Although I wouldn't recommend breaking one. The people who own them don't like it when you do that." Her nose crinkled slightly at the memory of the man that had chased her and Zuko after his car had been destroyed because of them.
Shaking her head to dispel the memory, the waterbender asked in an almost hesitant tone, "Did you just arrive here without warning, by any chance?" It was a guess, true, but an educated one. He certainly didn't look like he had any idea where he was, or what was going on.
Almost as an afterthought Katara added quickly, "I only ask because I'm not from here, either. They don't have cars where I'm from. Or buildings like these."