At Angel's yell, Katara sat up straight in her bed. Her eyes were wide as she glanced quickly around the room. Realizing someone was yelling her name from outside of her bedroom, the waterbender wasted no time in surging to feet, yanking on her robe, and darting out of her room as though Combustion Man himself was after her.
Spotting Angel practically across the hall and seeing nothing amiss, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What's going on?" she asked as she tied her robe around her nightclothes. She didn't know what time it was, but it felt early. And if this was some sort of Christmas tradition, to wake people up shortly after dawn itself by screaming their name, she was not going to be pleased in the slightest.