He didn't smile, but he exhaled something that might have been a laugh, giving another solitary nod in agreement. "Good point." Having partaken in enough of them, Zuko knew the kind of lengths leaders liked to take to distinguish themselves in a procession.

"That wagon looks a little better made than the rest," he had followed the slope of the rocks until his eyes landed on one wagon, higher than the rest. It looked as though it had seen its share of days on the road, but it was still well kept. As though it was used by someone who spent the better part of their life with it.

When asked for his name Zuko teetered on the edge of answering with Lee, the alias he had used while living with his uncle in the Earth Kingdom. He had been careful not to reveal his bending since his arrival, and he would continue to keep that part of himself under wraps, but he didn't want to live under a fake name anymore if it could be avoided. "Zuko." He bent slightly in a brief bow of acknowledgment. "You're not from Sa-Hareth are you?" Their traveling party had been varied, but it was easy to tell the world-worn refugees from those who'd been found, like himself. The people who were from this place looked a lot more exhausted, by and large.