Arms crossed and an expectant look on her face, Korra eyed the construct wordlessly. Hal went to work and the trees’ screeching was painful, enough that she pulled up her hood before putting her hands over the cloth where her ears were.

Korra was there to see the line of foreigners that were going into the bottle, and she was sure that they were in the swamp to. "HAL!" She wanted to crush those ear muffs just then. "YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE HERE!" Could he even hear her over that chainsaw, the trees screaming, and those earmuffs?

She’d be surprised if everyone, and everything, didn’t know where they were thanks to that.