Struggling with one of the shirts, Korra grunts her way through the garment, which doesn't seem to have any knots or ties to help ease her way in. Licking her lips, Korra tilts her head curiously as she twists the fabric around, careful to try and keep from snapping any threads as she pats it down around herself, easing the waistband over the shorts — the shirt isn't long enough to meaningfully tuck under.

"Well... I mean, they seem comfortable enough. I'm not really used to wearing so little, but obviously it's pretty hot around here, so it probably makes sense to wear less," Korra remarks, voice trailing off. Staring down at herself doesn't tell her much of anything about how the outfit looks overall, so she glances up at Bolin for his opinion. "But I don't know, what do you...?"

Only to find him looking away and pink around the ears.

Snorting, Korra reaches out to kick Bolin sharply, if shallow, on the ass.

"What are you getting all shy for?"