Mollusc laughs; though it doesn't last long, it's a clear, hearty sound that is probably as reassuring as anything can get in this godforsaken place. "You were looking for me? You sound like a lost puppy or a girl with a crush," he says, but the mockery is not mean-spirited. Truly, he's glad that someone cared that much, especially someone he's gotten to know as well as Aang through all those drawings and letters and stories.

He follows with long strides, makeshift spear grasped again in his hand as he closes the distance between them. "This is from the place you lived in before coming to Panem?" he asks, gawking around at the structure. "Huh... never seen anything like it and I've seen a lot of Arenas. Been fine, I guess... keeping out of sight, I've had pretty good luck with Sponsors, and I'm good at catching my own food, being from 4 and all. What about you? Seems like you're making out pretty nice for yourself."