Katara had already said her piece to the rest of them, there was no need to go on about it anymore. The look she gives Slobo isn't one anyone can actually pinpoint, although Sokka would have definitely understood the rage that was passing through the girl. It had little to do with him talking about the telepathy: truthfully, it hardly mattered if Luthor knew, he still couldn't hear them. What had mattered was Slobo laughing at what they'd gone through, and idly taking a drink as though it was just another walk in the park. She didn't care where anyone had come from, or indestructible they were: some of them had been in true mortal peril. It had been nothing to congratulate anyone about. She was reminded painfully of Zuko's betrayal the first time, when she'd let her guard down and Aang had almost died.

Sometimes it was really hard to trust anyone, since their intentions always seemed to be diverted somewhere else.

"He can do what he wants," Katara said, her voice quiet. "We have a job to do anyway."