Azula returned the compliment with a very flat cold stare. "I'm fine." She muttered through tightly clenched teeth as she pulled the knots of hair free from the failure of a bun and took a plastic brush to it. Oh the days when she had only the finest bone and polished stone combs to grace her silken hair, which despite how strong it still was could use a wash. That thought sent another shiver through Azula as she focused on the task at hand.

For failing at creating a bun she brushed it out till it was smooth and straight. "I am not so helpless I can't tend to my needs." Though any other day the idea of subjugating the last living female airbender (That Azula knew of) was an enticing thought.

"If this is a trap I'll make you watch as I burn someone's eyes out." It was an idle threat but hopefully enough to get her point across to the nun. It made Azula feel better at least as she packed her things in the simple canvas bag.