Jet was out patrolling the woods when he had caught you in one of his traps.

His surprise was evident as he cautiously approached, eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. "Well, what do we have here?" His voice was suspicious, his hand hovering near his dao swords as he studied you, half-expecting an ambush.

Jet's gaze flickered to your body hung upside down, and his mind jumped to conclusions. "A Fire Nation spy, huh?" he mused aloud, smirking.