I'm not hungry. [The thought of food right now makes her feel nauseous; tea is about the only thing she can handle. She uses her waterbending to cool it down some and then downs the cup in two gulps.

You're here. Now what? Pulled here by some kind of compulsion, Korra realizes that she doesn't even know what exactly she wants from him, beyond a vague desire to be comforted. She has no idea what to do next.]

What are you working on this late? [Small talk. Stalling.]