Sokka was doing a lot of talking, especially about things like food, and not very much working. Yes, he would have fit in very well with the other soldiers. Shin-chan, on the other hand, had done a good job of continuing to work even after the liquid made him vomit a bit. Aware of the nod, he nodded back, although he wasn't sure what the reason for the exchange was. Still tugging at his own work, and more liquid came loose with more piping, the metal pieces dumped on the ground to free his hands for more. The fact that his upper body and abdomen were now covered in the sludge didn't bother him, but the tingling sensation remained.

He didn't understand the confusion; it seemed simple to him. They were gathering metal for a group, and that metal would be turned into weapons. Slowly, after a long wait in a line, something the Commander had already decided that he couldn't pause for. Unless... He glanced towards the group's leader again. "If we participate in a club's activities, will it speed the time for getting a better weapon?" A bat would be fine if he had to improvise, but he'd been built to use a sword.