Sokka had, luckily, found several things of great usefulness in the pile of Stuff in Weapons & Possessions. The first, and most important was his space-sword, which was now strapped appropriately across his back. His belt and boomerang were there as well, along with his knife...so at least he was armed and ready to fight if he needed to.

He was pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing out of the Obs Deck windows uncertainly. Those were stars. But there was no way a ship could travel through the stars, right? That was just crazy. He was trying, unsuccessfully, not to think about the implications. He distracted himself by eying the other people already here. Who were they, and what did they want? At least Katara was here...he hovered protectively near his sister, using her presence to help distract himself from the rather disturbing questions that ran willy-nilly through his mind like a rampant mooselion.