Zuko was not the best of public speakers. He'd have been happy to sneak out for some quiet time of his own, actually. He had a lot to process, after all. But missing introductions would put him at a disadvantage in this new setting, and he was lost enough as it was. If he was going to make any friends here - which was something he was sure his uncle would tell him was the right thing to do - then this would be the time to start.

"Zuko," he said. "Prince Zuko. Of the Fire Nation." He paused, looking at everybody. "I've never heard of any of the places you're all from. I've never seen the stars so closely."

He takes a deep breath and does his best to look composed and impressive - and he might even succeed a little bit, what with his appearance being improved by his own clothing, and his twin broadswords strapped in their usual place on his back.

"I don't know if anybody here has heard of my world, but my people may not have the best reputation." he scratches the back of his head. "I might not have the best reputation. But I promise everyone, I'm going to do my best to . . . to help everyone here, I suppose. And to help us all get back from where we came, if I can. I have something I need to do, back in my own world, and . . . and I'm going to get back to it. Somehow."

He looked at everyone, the picture of serious dignity, the noble prince he had always striven to be.

"Oh, and um. I can firebend too. And use swords. And I'm pretty good."

Aaaaaand shattered.