[ It's dusk when the video starts. Katara is floating in the lake on a sturdy-looking raft of ice. She's holding the PCD, lying on her back and staring up at the camera. The steady rumbling of the waterfall is somewhere close, but certainly off camera. ]

I hate how hot it gets here. I'm pretty sure it's worse than the time we spent in the Fire Nation-- and at least then riding on Appa was cool enough. I grew up in the South Pole. No one can convince me that this kind of heat is ever comfortable to anyone.

[ There's a gentle whine in her voice, and she wrinkles her sunburned nose. ]

And just for the record? My feet smell just fine!

[ She's looking at you, Sokka. ]