[Tipping her chin up, proudly.]

I'd take bending the elements over space ships any day.

[No... offense to worlds with space ships. Naga, in the meantime, picks her head up off of the floor, nosing into Korra's hand, either for comfort for Korra's perceived awkwardness, or just desiring to be pet for itself.]

I feel like a sardine in here. What I wouldn't give to be able to metal bend.