Her dragon scurries behind the couch, clearly upset at the bubble display that it decides to abandon its angry quest for Zuko's limbs. Azula sits up abruptly, because how dare Gokudera?, slamming her phone into the couch cushion as she forces her attention on the pair of idiots in front of her.

"If you decide you need me, I'll be in the bedroom," she snaps at them, scooting off the couch to make a beeline toward it so she can slam the door loudly as a perfect expression of her irritation. Zuko (II) being a living, breathing personification of her jealousy isn't a welcome realization.