She looked at the two of them unsteadily for a moment. The older man was displacing air, gathering his chi for fire bending, but he had yet to make an actual aggressive move, so Jalika did nothing about him. The other was actively friendly. Both were cautious of her for reasons she her mind was busy guessing at, but the younger man was taking a different approach. There was something about him, spiritually, that made her wonder. 

"I am Jalika," she spoke in a slow careful voice, as if afraid of slurring or mispeaking. "Who're you?" She pointed am unsteady finger at them.