You can stay here with me if you want. [Korra peers out of the window at the sky, a frown on her face.] I wasn't going to stick around long, but it's getting late. I don't want to risk getting locked outside when the doors close up.

[Sansa's probably already heard people crying for help on their tablets the previous few nights, if she's been paying attention to it like Korra has. Closer now, Korra studies Sansa carefully, noting the blue tinge of her lips--as someone who grew up in the snow, she knows all too well what that means.]

How long were you out there? My name's Korra, by the way. What's yours?