Katara felt a great swell of sympathy for him, although she tried to keep her expression as professional as possible while still looking welcoming. She didn't want to look like she pitied him, though. People tended to react poorly to that sort of sentiment, no matter how much pity they actually deserved.
"We're in Los Angeles. It's a city in a place known as California." She didn't know much more beyond that. Something about states that were united, she thought, but couldn't say for sure so therefore opted to leave the location at that explanation.
"Those buildings are part of the downtown area. This, of course, is the beach. I think the water is called the Pacific Ocean." Her brow furrowed for a bit before she shook her head and sighed softly, glancing toward the ground.
"I'm sorry," the girl apologized, peering back up at him slowly. "This is my first time really greeting anyone. I'm not from here, myself. A lot of people who aren't from here seem to be showing up, in fact. I had hoped I might be able to help you a little but I think I'm doing more harm than good."
There was a brief pause before she added in almost a whisper, "I didn't mean for my bending to scare you. Where I'm from, it's not that unusual."