She practically skidded around the corner, she was running so fast. Down into her little apartment under the newspaper offices, already throwing off clothing before the door even clicked shut. Her blue costume as Avatar was far more freeing than the janitorial clothing she wore, or even the deliberately dowdy dresses she tended to choose when out of them. Ugh, awful.

But once in costume, well - she felt so much more free - even as she used the old forgotten dumbwaiter shaft to ascend up to the roof, pulling the blue mask over her face as she exited at a run.

Now to follow the kind old man - who did not strike her as the sort to let something go. Either he had a strong sense of morality, or was a busybody...and she very much suspected the former. The latter sort generally just went with assumptions. And were terrible.

Which was how she discovered that the man was a firebender - and by the looks of it one of considerable skill. Interesting indeed. She made a few notes to herself at each stop, and shadowed him all the way to the houses. It looked to her like he was on the trail of the criminals that had escaped her - and she was thrilled to get another chance at them.