That hadn’t been what Korra was expecting, and her amusement was reigned in by the fact that she just cost him his drink.

"Well, not Jesus." She said with a wry smirk, that scornful look wasn’t unlike others she had received throughout her life. That was a topic she had discussed with Tony Stark before he left and later returned. "Just me. I’m Korra."

With some languid hand movements, Korra waterbended the coffee of the desk and the dark liquid hung in the air with steam rising off it.

"You probably don’t want this anymore, huh?" Her tone drops slightly, she knew the answer.