[Zoe more prudently waits until the sizzling has died down to blackened embers to nudge the monster's horns.]

Bit of a shame. Was a pretty thing. Suppose can't have somethin' made out of fire wanderin' around, though, burnin' down the city.

[She glances back at Korra, more serious than she is, obviously. Zoe tends to take battle a bit more seriously in general, though she knows there are other schools of thought....]

You shiny? Nothin' burned or bashed?