“What’s going on? Did we get captured again?” Sokka grunts startling upright. Ever so quick to wipe the sleep from his comically wide eyes.

He surveys the cell, his eyes narrow as they land on you. “Where’s Karatra?” Sokka demands. “And Aang. Wait? Who even are you?…Wait!” He gasps theatrically. “You’re...nope, wait! yeah no, I lost it. It was on the tip of my tongue too. Have we met before?” He narrows his eyes at you trying to place were he'd seen the broody looking teen before.