Azula heard the voice and didn't directly respond. She continued enjoying her sticky stretchy sweet being so painfully careful not to get any on herself or her robe.

Finally she opened her eyes and glanced down seeing him. She tilted her head curiously like she didn't recognize him at first. Then she looked behind her. The vision of Mai was sharpening her knife on a whetstone slowly. If you don't go down there I'll push you.

Azula rolled her eyes and turned back to her brother. "Then talk." She called enjoying how her voice echoed in the street.