Toph weighs the two options out briefly in her mind, scrunches her nose irritably, and circles around the building towards Mike's end. A sharp scuff of her foot along the ground creates stairs delving down into the earth -- down into Mike's hidey hole.

"Keep your clothes on," was her dry retort. "Unless Sokka wants them." And to the aforementioned, "Come on before I have to find your sister to break you out of your own icecube. And you know how she'll feel about that."