"With just the scraps, things should be okay for now," Toph agrees, testing the end of the bar she just unearthed with her fingers, examining the edge. "Hopefully it stays that way. The problem with being on a turtle, though, instead of on land? You can't just head off somewhere and dig up a new supply when things run low. All the dirt and the rock came from somewhere else -- and all the metal too. Haven't really learned how possessive the metalworkers are here, either."

Her head tilts slightly at China's explanation, letting the woman approach without any sign of unease. "Only defensive? No offense, but that's completely limiting. And kind of lacking imagination on their part."

Her eyebrows rise -- though it's more in curiosity at the strange answer than skepticism. "And a linguist?"

Offered in return: "I'm Toph."