[Some of the tension in Sokka's chest eases when the guy starts to pick up on what he's trying to impart. The last thing he wants is to be accidentally responsible for someone attracting too much attention to themselves; and even though Sokka doesn't know a thing about this guy, aside from him likely not being from around here, he feels vaguely responsible for his temporary well-being now.]

Dreams can be confusing. [Sokka nods sagely (well, he tries to be sagely, once again it's probably too dramatic and too ruined by his overall state), trying to make it clear that they're on the same wavelength now.] I'm new, too. [He pushes himself to his feet, albeit a little shakily.] Let's go for a walk. We can talk about our dreams and big moves. [Far, far away from anyone resembling a local. After his own "dream," Sokka would prefer to be away from this town square entirely.] I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be home by now, anyway. [Not because of his government-assigned parent, who doesn't seem to mind that Sokka goes off and does his own thing, but because the locals tend to give him Looks if he's out too late, since they treat him like he's a kid incapable of doing anything worthwhile.]