[If she's at all taken aback by Sokka taking the lead when it comes to introductions—

Then no, she isn't. Maybe if the circumstances were different, if they were meeting at some faux cheerful party or quite unquote school event, she might question it or it might strike her as precocious and a little funny. But things being what they are, it just is. This isn't her first extra competent kid.

(And if she actually, actively thought about that instead of it just being a fact, it might make her sick to her stomach. But luckily, it's just true. And the knot of worry for her own kids low in her belly is so constant that she's starting to take it for granted. And mostly she's too tired to examine any of it up close.)]

Right, exactly. So my thought is, [She gets as far as plucking the pen from behind her ear before veering away from whatever that thought is back toward—] That's a good point, actually. The break room, I mean. Even if we can't get utility access, there might be something else in there we could use. A back door, maybe. Or something more substantial we could lever a door open with.

[What she wouldn't give for a crowbar.]