"I have one," Leonardo speaks suddenly, his head turning from surveying the others to look at the woman. He tilts his head slightly, arms crossed, and his tone is one part suspicious, two parts curiosity. "Why us? What makes us so special?"

He's been watching the group from the start. Korra he understood, but the others he's never met - and among them, a young girl. The monks who whisked them away had said something vague about 'alignments', but it's looking more like a lottery win than anything else at this point.