“You get used to it.” Proper equipment was simply fire, animal furs, heavy clothing, and waterbending. Or at least, that’s all she could think of that they used to combat the climate conditions.

When he held up the blue shirt, Korra gave a thumbs up and a wink.

“Yeah, well who would pass up the chance, right? Most I got to do was look at them.” She gave a half-smirk before she picked out three different colored shirts, put them on her arm, and started looking through differently style pants.

“So what rank are you? Lieutenant? Commander? General?” Right after that last one she squinted one eye as if appraising a gem and looked him up and down. Unlikely as it was, he could have been a general, Iroh was one after all and he wasn’t much older than Korra.