Bolin

In the same way that Korra isn't always able to keep up with Jinora's endless chatter, right now she finds herself struggling to keep up with Bolin as well, head tilted and brows raised as he continues on about learning experiences and kitchen wares and jobs. And, apparently, Korra getting mad at Bolin. Which she doesn't personally think is enough of an issue to warrant being told to refrain in a fast-paced slew of too many words. (She isn't mad at Bolin all that often, right? He's not Tenzin. He's also not Mako. As far as the others go, Korra figures that Bolin's probably the one she rails at least.)

"Uhh..." she says, tilting her head and slowly processing everything, even if a few seconds late. "Well, personally I actually think that I'd be more willing to trust the money that we actually work for. What I don't necessarily trust is your ability to pick out the right job—" Korra levels a look, brow highly raised. "—but if I'm with you the whole time, I guess that lessens the odds that we start working for, like. The Darrow equivalent of the Triad."

Her lips press into a small smile, teasing and knowing all at once.

She doesn't really mean to make Bolin feel bad about his judgment, but, well. His judgment could indeed sometimes use a bit of work.