[ Zuko is silent for a long moment, not looking at Sokka from beneath the mask; even if Sokka can't see that he won't make eye contact, it's so palpable he can surely feel it anyway. The gears in his head aren't turning fast enough, and finally, on the verge of defeat already, caught redhanded, the best he can muster is a mumbled: ]
...I didn't know you worked here...
[ Like that's any kind of excuse or explanation. Zuko knows what Sokka is asking for. He just doesn't want to admit it. ]
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...I didn't know you worked here...
[ Like that's any kind of excuse or explanation. Zuko knows what Sokka is asking for. He just doesn't want to admit it. ]