It took a considerable amount of self-control for Satoru not to get a rock to the face right there. In fact, he very nearly did. It wasn't quite as though he'd sneaked up on her; seismic sense had told her he was coming, but she'd expected something else -- a pickpocket, maybe.

A hand on her shoulder, her name in this place? Not at all.

The girl whirled on her assailant, the braid a startling extra weight as it whipped around with her, pale eyes raking across his face without quite taking it in. Said eyes narrowed as her feet planted, prepared, in the dust, very close to an earthbender waiting to strike.

"Who are you?" No confirmation of the name. The voice, the footstep . . . she didn't recognize either of them, and that meant this was a stranger -- a stranger who somehow knew her name when he shouldn't.