Azula's been having some difficulties the last week or so.

While her group meeting wasn't a total failure it wasn't as enlightening and useful as she'd hoped. Follow that up with her increased level of discomfort with the less sanitary areas of the vault, a lack of sleep and now to top it off, finding out that there were leaders assigned to their first missions on the surface and she wasn't among them?

She had been furious.

But she let her mood settle, channeled her anger into a project she had been working on privately. Now she felt ready to speak with "The Overseer."

Making sure she had a clean jumpsuit on and her hair done up she rapped on the door.

"Captain Simmons? I would like a moment of your time."