After her conversation with Nura, Katara is inclined to step out a little herself to enjoy the night sky. The champagne had done more than make her slightly tipsy, and for that reason she waved off any further glasses, choosing instead to walk to the balcony to temper herself. She is out for a few minutes before she realized she'd been joined by someone she knew all too well: her sword instructor Nanashi was out here as well in a cloak that was obviously adorned in a family crest. She'd read about something like that in the media library and had gotten lost in all of the kinds of crests she could find.

She gave her instructor a polite bow, but as her head swam a little, it wasn't too deep. She righted herself, giving Nanashi a smile.

"You're probably used to these kinds of things," Katara said, smiling. "It's my first time really."

Ignore the slight lisp you might here. She's actually working on sobering up a bit.