Azula's advisers (none of whom had noticed that the Fire Lord's amber eyes had turned a rather more wild-looking shade of yellow) were done with their meetings for the day, and so she was free to do whatever she wished. At the moment, that happened to be visiting the Earth city of New York with Giselle Phillip.

Azula had never been to New York, despite spending a great deal of time only an hour away in Princeton, New Jersey. It was bigger than she expected-- even Los Angeles, Paris, and London didn't hold a candle to the hustle and bustle of Times Square. It took her a while to spot Giselle and then wade through the crowds to reach her, but she managed it. Coming to a halt a few feet away from her, Azula stood, and she waited.