Azula had been complaining about his arrest? Good. He hopes it was sufficiently disparaging. The worse he sounded by her the better, it would dissociate the rest of District 5 from being blown out and smeared to wall paint.

The call of the old nickname has him pull himself straighter, just to show he is in fact listening. But he doesn't look at her and he doesn't smile back.

His hair is cropped short, exposing the ears what have been shredded up un the undersides, both all indigo bloodied and scabbed over, but only the torn remains of what may have been a fin on one of them. His cheeks are strangely hollow and his eyes more so.