Zuko had been on the otherside of the room, sitting at Annie's side and making sure to keep a close eye on Kathy. A woman who he vaguely recognized approached and commented on the long scrape down the side of one of his arms. He turned and looked at the scrape, having not noticed it before...something he attributed to the adrenaline that was still pumping through him, or--well...whatever that had been. Hopefully just his imagination.
It took him a moment to realize that it was Anne, the woman who had let him and Katara stay at the shelter when they were first pulled into Los Angeles.
Katara...
He stood, scanning the room for her and sighing in relief when he spotted her. After asking Anne to keep an eye on the girls for a moment, he made a b-line for her. Coming up behind her, he placed a hand on her shoulder, unable to see the bandage on her neck due to her hair.