Jalika could appreciate deception, but when executed so poorly.  The pause was evident, the younger man had obviously made that name up on the spot.  Still, she didn't react.  She bowed when the "master of this dojo" introduced himself.  She held her hands in the Fire Nation tradition when she bowed low, and she allowed her head to dip a little bit as she hesitated to come up, as if lowering her head had put her off balance by blood rushing to it.  

"Greetings, Sifu," she said to him, with a giggle, as if amused at herself.  

She had suspicions about the two.  The obvious deception was just the icing on the cake, with that strange spiritual aura that the younger man had.  He could be an agent of the forces that were freezing the world.  Or he could be something else.  

The older man asked what she wanted, and she laughed as she deflected the question, "So... the smoke," she gestured wildly at the smoke that had brought her here, "Was you?  Fire Bending?"