The device in Sokka's hand gives a stubborn, almost smug "bring it" beep. Do your worst, Water Tribe Tribute. (It might regret that once Sokka's gotten to it).

"Like me?" R isn't sure what to make of that. In his opinion, the people look more like the guy across from him - breathing, beating hearts and pulses, even if the clothing is godawful. Skin color isn't really a thing with the Dead, so it doesn't cross his mind that's what they're talking about. "Where's that?"

He hasn't heard of kingdoms or nations or tribes in forever and a day. R could totally buy they're real places though. It's not like he knows better with his missing memory of geography.