Sokka shakes his head a little bit, trying to clear out some of the lingering effects and to give him a dosage of focus at least for a proper conversation. He looks up, realises who it is. He smirks and points innocently to Skul's chest. "Well, if I can be honest, you look one step short of dying, really," he says. At least Sokka's wit is about him; that must be a good sign, right.

But yeah, after that, Sokka's going to hold his fingers on his nose, pinching slightly. That's seemed to help get him through the day so far. "Well, you know how it goes. Quarantine is lifted, and so they wanted everyone back on the job. Believe me, you have no idea just how much better I feel today than, what..." He starts counting on his hands until he gets to seven. "...seven days ago when I fully got hit with... the Dust thing."