A child, Korra thought, how is it that we captured a child? Or at least the young black-haired girl looked young enough to be a child. She's definitely short enough, Korra commented absently, noticing the equalist's height for the first time.

The girl grinned, "What? A little shocked there Avatar? Come on, I'm not that pretty." She said, smirking at all the looks she was receiving from her captors.

"Not by your looks, no; by your age… yes." Korra admitted."How old are you? Twelve… thirteen maybe?" she asked, looking at the girl intently as she tried wiggling out of Bolin's grasp, laughing again.

"I don't need to answer your questions." She hissed, spitting at Korra's feet. "You benders are getting nothing out of me."

Asami walked out from behind Bolin into the girl's field of view, "Well," she started, smiling slightly at the equalist. "Will you tell me? I'm not a bender."

The girl frowned, "You… you look familiar." She mumbled, narrowing her eyes at the Sato girl. "That symbol," she said, seeing the Future Industries symbol on Asami's outfit, "You're Hiroshi's daughter aren't you?"

Asami nodded, trying to keep her composure, "yes," she said, not looking exactly thrilled by the fact.

The equalist girl frowned, clearly thinking through her options. "Why are you helping the benders, betraying your father?" The girl's question would have been harsh on Asami, had she not asked with such pure and serious curiosity.

"My father and I... I love him, but we share wildly different beliefs." Asami answered sophisticatedly, keeping her face neutral the entire time.

The girl nodded slowly, weighing her option once more, "well… I guess my age can't hurt too much." She mumbled "I'm fifteen." Everyone blinked a few times, disbelieving.

"Fifteen?" Korra asked, sounding confused, "Like one and a five? You don't look fifteen."

The girl flared heavily, "So I'm hitting puberty late," she said, rolling her eyes, "But yes, I am fifteen."

Asami brought back her blank, neutral face again, "Can we as you your name?"

The girl sighed, "If you must know… I go by Rima."

Bolin cocked his head, "That's what you go by? So it isn't your name?" He asked, watching her shrug slightly, "Well what does Rima stand for then?"

Rima grinned, "Glad you asked. Rima stands for really intelligent, majorly attractive."

Lin just shook her head, "Well Rima," she started, stepping forward once more, "I am Lin, now that we are properly introduced I'd like you to answer some more questions."

Rima smirked, "You go right ahead and ask, Ex-chief… but I'm not promising you any answers."