"Kya!" Korra's eyes brightened as she walked into the older woman's arms.

"What are you doing here?" Kya pulled away, looking the girl over, "Did you get hurt again?"

"Y-yeah, kind of," Korra scratched the back of her neck, smiling sheepishly.

"Who came with you?"

"Oh!" Korra gestured for Asami to come closer, "She's Asami. We're…"

"Friends," Asami added, noticing the girl's hesitance. She bowed to the older woman before offering a handshake, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kya met the handshake firmly. She turned back to Korra, "Korra, I'm afraid my mom is out meeting with her old friends now. So you're stuck with me."

"It's fine," the girl replied, "I just want to get it checked. You know how Bolin is about this. He'll not stop yapping till I see you or Katara."

"Right you are about that."

"So how did you two meet?" Kya asked as she helped Korra onto the bed, "Because in all honesty, our dear Korra here sucks at making friends."

"Hey!"

Asami hid her laughter behind her hand. Kya certainly wasn't how she looked, and the young woman was beginning to warm up to her.

"I don't find that hard to believe actually."

"Asami!" Korra shifted her glare to the heiress, frowning. The way Asami looked when she laughed though… Korra found herself blushing slightly. She quickly looked away.

"I'm going to remove your shirt now, Korra," Kya continued, tugging at the fabric, "If you're uncomfortable, Miss Asami, you may wait outside while I check Korra."

"It's okay, I can stay," Asami piped up, "I need to know the extent of my damage so Miss-I-Can-Handle-It can't pull another bluff on me."

"I can," Korra retorted, "Deal with it."

The girl hissed as the shirt came off. Her right side had taken on a rather angry mixture of red and purple. The bruise spread from her ribs to her abdomen. Asami winced, as though she felt the same pain as Korra, "That looks really…bad."

"How did this happen?" Kya asked as she bent down to take a closer look at the bruise.

"I kinda hit her with my moped," Asami admitted, "I was going at full speed and I didn't see her run out till… I braked a little late."

"I see," Kya hummed. She got back up to her feet, "Well, it could've been worse. All this reckless girl needs is some ice and painkillers."

"I'm not reckless!"

"Yes, you are, Korra," Kya remarked nonchalantly, "You went surfing when the red flags clearly told you a storm was approaching. And it didn't happen only once."

"Bah, those red flags mean nothing and the waves are the strongest when the storm's rolling in!" The stubborn girl countered.

Kya's expression gave away her exasperation, "There's a thin line between bravery and stupidity."

Korra huffed. Looking over to a confused Asami, Kya shrugged.

It wasn't long before Korra was done with her check-up and took her painkillers.

"Thanks, Kya," Korra muttered, her left hand holding an ice pack to her side, "How long will it take?"

"I'd say four days before you even think of taking up that board again," Kya reckoned, "You're a fast healer, Korra. Just give yourself some time to recuperate just like my mom tells you to."

"Right," Korra mumbled, the painkillers were slowly starting to kick in with the drowsy side effect. She stumbled down the steps a little, only for Asami to steady her by holding her arms.

"Thanks, Kya," Asami started, "I'll pay whatever-"

Kya held up her hand, signaling for the heiress to stop, "There's no need for that. It's free, for Korra."

"Oh, uh," Asami frowned. Never had she met people who weren't interested in her company or money. Given that that those greedy pigs were back in Republic City…

"You might want to get Korra back to your…Cabbage Car before she falls asleep on you," the older woman spoke, nodding in Korra's direction.

"Cabbage Car?" Asami looked at her Satomobile in confusion. Her father's mission came back to mind. She smiled, "It's not a Cabbage Car. It's a…Satomobile."

"That can't be right," Kya observed the vehicle, noting its superior chassis, "Future Industries isn't…here."

"Well…I kinda am, now," Asami was a little flustered. It was weird selling the idea of Satomobiles to someone who'd only seen Cabbage Cars their entire life.

"Wait," Kya squinted at the heiress, "Asami Sato?"

"Y-Yeah."

"No wonder I kept finding your name oddly familiar," Kya mused, "Anyway, you should get going or else she's going to drool on you."

Asami peered at a dozing Korra, who had taken the liberty to rest her heavy head against the heiress' shoulder. The young woman blushed slightly.

"Uh, yeah."

Kya waved her off with a smile and closed the wooden door.

Asami carried the sleeping girl back to her Satomobile, gently lowering her into the front seat before getting behind the wheel. Korra immediately curled up into a comfortable position and let out a snore.

As Asami started the engine and checked her watch, a thought occurred to her – where does Korra live?

She shook the girl's shoulder to ask, but she only got a "Stupid Bolin" in response. Asami rubbed her temples, contemplating her choices. She could drive back to Narook's and see if Korra's friend was still there or she could bring the sleeping girl back to her hotel room and let her rest till she awoke-

Asami felt her face heat up and glow red. I did not just think that!

She shifted the gear and sped off towards Narook's.

Unfortunately, it seemed Korra's friend had already left and she was stuck with the girl in the middle of a city she was not familiar with. Not that she minded. With a sigh of defeat, she gave in to the second plan and drove back to her hotel.

Just as Asami parked in the hotel car park, she heard a phone vibrating. She instinctively checked hers, but there was nothing. Korra.

She took up the girl's phone, ignoring the sleepy mumbles and checked the screen.

Mako?

Maybe it was that friend Korra was sitting with at Narook's. She picked up the call.

"Hello?"

A/N: Not really an appearance yet, but it looks like Mako is about to make his entrance! What does the universe have in store for them?