"Waugh," Claire cries out, both hands raised in defense before she whirls around to find Zuko standing right by her side, her lips curving in an exasperated but genuine smile as she shakes her head, holding a hand over her heart. It's not unusual for Zuko to appear seemingly out of thin air— Claire's pretty sure that save for a few people whose abilities allowed them to slip around without notice, she's never known someone quite as adept at slipping around as Zuko. And no matter how often she's tried to remind herself that she should be expecting this by now, he still manages to surprise her every time. "You... have got to stop doing that," she laughs, pressing a gloved palm to her forehead before whapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Going to give me a heart attack, and I haven't even hit twenty yet, that'd be criminal."

With a puff of air, Claire crosses her arms and looks appraisingly over Zuko's own outfit. While she may not be quite so familiar with different styles of Chinese clothing— Fire Nation clothing, she reminds herself— she's pretty sure that she can guess that it's just as dated as everything else in the city. "Also, uh, wow. You're one to talk. I'm pretty sure that style fits you twice as well as this does me." She shifted uncomfortably, cringing at the whalebone that seemed intent on poking her whenever she turned. "Seriously, I am so not the ideal model for a corset."