Aang was laying on the charm again, the flatterer. Weiss chuckled at him, but her eyes showed a hint of sadness behind them that only the astute may notice. Nice? Her? She certainly wasn't nice to the woman who complimented her bending, or to the man who was trying to help her with her bags. Weiss had a lot of trouble with keeping her opinions to herself, and she judged harshly. If this boy knew that about her, he definitely would not have called her nice.

She curtsied for him anyway, to show that she appreciated the sentiment. "Well, I think she's pretty lucky if you consider her a friend."