The tension eased slowly from her muscles, listening to him, the sharpness drifting from her eyes. Whoever he was -- Satoru, was it? -- he didn't sound like a danger. Not a threat to either her or the others. There was too much earnestness in him for that, too much sincerity.

And her lips upturned at his admiration. The admiration definitely didn't hurt.

"Yeah, I'm Toph." At last she confirmed the name he'd already guessed. Her spine uncoiled, and she settled, leaning up against the wall. "Sorry -- with all the people here, and not even our time, I think most of us are kind of lying low. We don't know what's here . . . you know? Probably better if you call me Yin, at least out there."

Her mind flicked back over his info dump. "This whole thing is pretty weird. In my time, we were getting ready to face off against Ozai, trying to get some sleep -- and the next thing I know, I'm waking up here. I mean, what is that?"

Her expression drifted, brow furrowing. There was something bothering her, something deeper, but she didn't put a name to it, and a moment later, brushed it away entirely.

"I'm probably fine, for the record -- in your time, that is. I've wrestled with bigger things than an iron mine. I wouldn't worry about it."

This was apparently some attempt at reassurance.