Sokka looks a little startled by her comments, glancing over at his sheepish ghost of a sister. He scowls at her but it's obviously forced - and Katara obviously sees right through it, beaming innocently at him.

He bats are her transparent form with the flowers.

"We're not sure she can be hurt. And... we're fine now, thanks." Mock-scowl. "Even if you're a brat."