Korra lucks out, not only is Aang actually in his room, but he's in his room alone. A rare occurrence since he'd gained a small part of his mobility back. He's sitting on his bed with his legs in a lazy half-lotus position, and in his hands is a length of string that he's weaving into what appears to be a necklace.

He looks up at the sound of the familiar voice.

"Oh, hi Korra. Yeah, okay, sure."