Katara felt a swell of sympathy for the man. She had been out of her element when she'd first arrived, too, but she had a feeling he was much further out of his than she had been.
"You're in a city known as Los Angeles, in the state of California, in the United States of America," she repeated the location in the same way she always did. The seperation of the various nations here confused her. Back home, there were only four. Here... she wasn't sure how many there were, but she knew it was more than that.
Brushing the few damp locks that had fallen out of her braid away from her unnaturally bright blue eyes, Katara sighed. "I'm afraid I don't know how to get you back home. Nobody who arrives here knows how to return to where they're from," she admitted in a slightly sad tone. "Although I work with some people who can help you while you're here, if you'd like. And I guess I should introduce myself, if I'm offering help. I always forget."
She shook her head with a bemused semi-grin. "I'm Katara. Of the Southern Water Tribe... although I'm sure that doesn't have any meaning for you." Another reason to feel a bit sad, but she refused to let it really get her down. People may not know anything about her home, but she was starting to carve her own little niche in this world and therefore they were starting to know her.