[Korra looks up, wary, when she hears footsteps at the door. Quietly, she shifts her weight onto her feet, making it easier to defend or attack if she needs to. It's not pleasant, suspecting the worst of everyone, but she's learned the hard way that kindness is not what some people automatically default to in a life-and-death situation.]

It's not taken--uh, not exactly, I mean. I was just looking for supplies around here.

[Korra jumps to her feet anyway when she gets a good look at Sansa, brows knitting together in concern.]

Here, get inside. You look like you're about to fall over.