She had tried to dress down, though it was an abysmal failure. Azula simply looked like she commanded the attention of anyone and everyone who might look her way, and relish it. Even her least expensive clothing could probably have fed a family of four for a week. Her backpack was probably worth nearly as much as all the ones inside it.
She nodded at him and smiled as though she were looking at something distasteful and trying to be polite.