"Of coarse not!" Azula snapped without even thinking about it, "There's no water here!"

And then in the stillness of her room did she realize that the words hadn't come from her head. Eyes narrowed she slowly, carefully scanned the room, muscles wound tight like the coils of a snake ready to strike.

Mindf**k if that was some sort of a joke I don't appreciate it! She thought in a way she knew the voiceless psychic would hear.