[Chekov has not been on this planet long enough for rock prisons that grow from the ground to not be alarming. His hand automatically goes for the phaser...
...and then the sound of his name stops him cold.]
Korra! [It's a fairly subdued reaction for him, but, to be fair, he has been having a hell of a day. He even refrains from hugging her.] Are you uninjured?
[He automatically switches to Standard--the language he usually used in the City--before remembering that there aren't any translators at work here. Maybe the sentiment will get across anyway?]
no subject
...and then the sound of his name stops him cold.]
Korra! [It's a fairly subdued reaction for him, but, to be fair, he has been having a hell of a day. He even refrains from hugging her.] Are you uninjured?
[He automatically switches to Standard--the language he usually used in the City--before remembering that there aren't any translators at work here. Maybe the sentiment will get across anyway?]