If she's bothered by his reflexive shift to defense, she doesn't show it. Her gaze on him is more like a vacant stare in his direction. In fact, there's... almost a faint amusement in her voice as she speaks.

"Relax, Uncle. There's no point fighting you in a dream."

In the memory, the boy in the fountain rests his hand against the other Azula's forehead, as if checking for fever. She pulls away, not disgusted or angry, just... confused.

"I'm not ill, you ridiculous fool."

Unlike Iroh's caution, that seems to get a reaction out of the present Azula, and her eyes narrow, focusing on the memory with a scowl.

"Well, if you're not enjoying my humiliation, you're free to leave. Shouldn't you be out there trying to kill me like the rest?"