Sokka was himself dressed in a pair of sandals, a blue t-shirt and cargo pants he'd selected from the clothing brought back from the mission. And of course the leather jacket she'd given and his omnipresent aviator sunglasses. Which promptly slipped down his nose when Kelly answered the door. The young man blushed awkwardly at the state of her dress, something he obviously hadn't been expecting. He managed a nod at her instructions and slid into the room to sit on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare too much at Kelly.

The fact that she was fairly attractive made it hard. The scars made it even harder. He coughed quietly and turned his attention to the ceiling, blushing like mad.

"Thanks...uh...thanks for agreeing to help me."