Normally, he'd just rub his arm, but since her senses are probably out of wack, he says "Ow!" as he does do.

"Some of us don't rock. Some of us only boomerang," he reminded her. "Unfortunately, we can't sword anymore."

Until he managed to get a new one together. Hey, Master taught him to forge for a reason, right?

"I don't think there's much rock here at all..." You've probably noticed that, but he's thinking out loud. "Even our blades were mostly bone. I was too young at the time to ask where the metal ones came from... but if I ever want to forge a new sw--"

An affronted yell made him roll his eyes.

"What's taking you so long?" Ouka called, hands on hips yet again. Sokka raised his arm.

"I have aNOTHER new friend for you to meet!" he yelled back. "I was giving you time to get ready!"