Zuko balled a fist at his side when she snapped at him, biting his anger back and forcing himself to not give into the urge to yell at her. Despite the fact that Katara was now part of what Cordelia had dubbed 'The Fang Gang,' she still didn't trust him. And, if he was going to do what he had intended to achieve upon giving up his crown and leaving the Fire Nation, he was going to have to change that. He was failing at it horribly, thus far. Even his attempt to reach out and talk to the Avatar had sort of blown up in his face - So...talk.
Yeah, he had a feeling that wasn't going to go well.
Letting out a long sigh, Zuko looked away from her and instead headed to the fridge near Cordy's desk where Katara had said she moved the cranberry juice to. Retrieving the pitcher, he walked back to the kitchen telling her, "Thanks," as he did.
In a moment, after chugging a glass or two of the stuff and returning the pitcher to Cordy's fridge, Zuko returned to the lobby. Almost cautiously, he approached the desk that Katara sat at. He recalled what Angel had mentioned to him the night before and frowned for a moment, willing himself to get the words out. Hopefully she wouldn't drown him. She had been rather...cross with him since he'd apologized for leaving the shelter.
"Angel said I need to teach you the basics of how to wield an assortment of weapons." He cast a golden-hued glance over to the weapons cabinet by the door, then fixed his gaze upon Katara, waiting for her answer.