Satoru figured that as long as she was here, healthy and in one piece, she was fine. It wasn't that he lacked faith in her ability to get out of sticky situations—she saved the world—but sometimes, things had a habit of going wrong.

"Yin," he echoed. "Got it."

He looked her over again. It was so hard to believe she was here, even harder than when she'd just waltzed into the refinery like a dream come true. At least that kind of made sense. A refinery and a girl who could metalbend. Sure! They went together! But seeing her in what was some kind of... awkward, futuristic... future...? Completely illogical. But it happened anyway.

"I'm sorry for just coming at you out of nowhere. And... again, I'm sorry for all the rambling." Satoru ran his hands through his hair and sighed. This was crazy. He was crazy. At least Toph was here to ground him.

"A-And yeah. You're pretty terrific. Guess it's kind of insulting to say I was worried you might have kicked the bucket with strength like yours. I kinda have a habit of doing that." The whole not making people mad thing was something he needed to work on. "Um... if you don't mind... I have something to ask. I know you want me to call you Yin when I refer to you, and I know you don't remember who I am and I swear I'll let you get on your way if you want, but... is it okay if we still talk if we bump into each other again?"