"Altaïr," she repeated as if memorizing it.

She took a moment to put a fist at the wrist of a vertical hand and bow over it. It meant nothing, really. It was just habit from childhood and then polite customer service- the worst part of Iroh's tea shop.

"I'm Toph. ... so... are you from the desert, too?"

Or maybe that style of dress was popular in the other worlds. How should she know?