Zuko doesn't fight him for it, though it does make her frown. Not to be trusted, even for little things and with sensible reasons, still stings sometimes. Even in her refugee days, she never would have stolen anything as useless to her as a mismatched and probably oversized helmet. But this guy doesn't know her.

"I wouldn't get too excited," she says, though to be honest, the Bastion's grown on her. If it weren't for the circumstances that brought her here, she might even say she liked it.

It doesn't take long to reach the Bastion's entrance, even at their slow pace. And the view from there... will probably only add to his confusion. The mismatched buildings, the strange animals wandering about, the people with no uniform appearance or mode of dress. They don't look like they all belong on the same planet, much less the same village.