"You got a job? It isn't another one of those scams, is it?" she asked, giving him a short-lived, scrutinizing look. Things weren't exactly easy for foreigners at the moment, and she wouldn't past Sokka to try to pull another big one just to get them some cash.
Deep down, she cringed. At least he was able to bring in juulan... her own means of making money had been very scarce. Just another reason to feel guilty.
Wow, Katara, way to jump to conclusions on that one. Way to have faith in your brother.
"No, no no no no! Not a scam either! Good honest work," Sokka says, trying to defend himself and withering away slightly from her scrutiny. "Granted, it's cold work. Outside. In the cold. I'll be helping run supplies between stations working on the train thing the Metalworkers are building. Apparently there's been some sort of deal brokered or... whatever. Granted, I'm not saying I like or trust the metalworkers, but I can't say no to getting some solid money out of it."
"Oh...Well, that's--that's great, Sokka," she tells him. She's not too sure about the Metalworkers herself, but she--dare she say it-- trusts her brother. "And it's not like you're not used to the cold...though I guess it is colder here than I remember the south pole being." A pause. "So when do you start?"
Well, Katara could sound a little more upbeat about everything, but he supposes he'll take it, whatever it is. "Well, yeah, it is kind of cold, even by South Pole standards," Sokka admits, "but yeah, totally used to this, right? Just bundle up in tons of furs. It's totally going to be great!" Granted, it still cold outside, and even Sokka will complain about it after a bit, but it could be worse; he could be practically any other member of Team Avatar.
"Tomorrow," he continues, answering her question. "I've already worked it out with Anton. We've still got the room, so that's nothing to worry about. Besides, I'm still thinking that one day we'll be able to move into the Palace."
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Deep down, she cringed. At least he was able to bring in juulan... her own means of making money had been very scarce. Just another reason to feel guilty.
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"No, no no no no! Not a scam either! Good honest work," Sokka says, trying to defend himself and withering away slightly from her scrutiny. "Granted, it's cold work. Outside. In the cold. I'll be helping run supplies between stations working on the train thing the Metalworkers are building. Apparently there's been some sort of deal brokered or... whatever. Granted, I'm not saying I like or trust the metalworkers, but I can't say no to getting some solid money out of it."
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"Tomorrow," he continues, answering her question. "I've already worked it out with Anton. We've still got the room, so that's nothing to worry about. Besides, I'm still thinking that one day we'll be able to move into the Palace."