"Oh this stuff? No problem." Rolling up her helmet in the gear, Korra tied the bundle up with the sleeves. Probably the most unorthodox way to carry them, but it's what she would have done in the South Pole.

She paused and bunched her lips together at the small portion of seat behind Asami. Making things work, or forcing them to work, was her go to and Korra sat down; scooting up closer so she wouldn't simply off fall off. After a moment of realizing there weren't any seat belts, Korra tentatively put her arms around Asami's waist.

"I-I'm good to go." It was awkward, and she was blaming that awkward on why there was color rising to her warm cheeks.