[Honestly it's probably for the best that Sokka had no reason to believe Looma was the sort to obsess over keeping things neat and orderly, because...well, the cargo hold's a mess. Not filthy of course, Bakugou's weirdly emphatic cleaning sessions were doing an admirable job of keeping the ship spotless, but seeing as how most of the floor space was devoted to salvaged, ship-mounted weaponry that anyone had yet to make use of, someone might come away with the impression Looma was subletting the place for use as a scrapyard.

Looma was already waiting of course- the benefits of an alarm system that signaled whenever someone was docking with the ship- and looking a little better than she did over the network a few days earlier. She's even got fresh bandages on her arm, around the wound Sokka gave her back in...well, the last system. Although, why that was in need of first aid treatment again was a question that probably didn't have a good answer. She at least manages to muster up a small smile and a half-hearted wave in greeting, even though it's certainly less warm and welcoming when the person giving it looks absolutely drained.]

Are you well? This system is not quite as hospitable as the last few- the ship is without one of its crew because of it. And no, I do not intend to keep you until he recovers.