[There's a moment when Azula just stares at the display. She contemplates getting nasty, but-
Well, no. At least she tried. At least she actually found something. Azula can restrain the urge to say anything nasty, even if the look she's giving Croix could melt glass. Deep breaths. Deeeeep breaths.]
Just- let me see it.
[Without waiting for a response, she stands and tugs the rod out of Croix's hands, pulling it up and out of the hole. Holding one end of the rod at arm's length, she extends the fingers of her other hand and produces a small, intensely bright jet of blue flame, holding it to the metal to heat it up, offering no explanation of what she's trying to do or why.]
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Well, no. At least she tried. At least she actually found something. Azula can restrain the urge to say anything nasty, even if the look she's giving Croix could melt glass. Deep breaths. Deeeeep breaths.]
Just- let me see it.
[Without waiting for a response, she stands and tugs the rod out of Croix's hands, pulling it up and out of the hole. Holding one end of the rod at arm's length, she extends the fingers of her other hand and produces a small, intensely bright jet of blue flame, holding it to the metal to heat it up, offering no explanation of what she's trying to do or why.]