"Oh-- thanks, Catra," Adora says, her train of thought cut off by the sudden closeness as Catra leans over and reaches for her hip. For a split-second, it makes her chest flutter.

But she catches it, then, the distant note to Catra's voice, that sharpness to her eyes, but she doesn't know how to acknowledge it and then Catra's pulled back and the conversation's rolled on before she got the chance to.

"Oh, do you guys not have horses? That's okay, I hadn't seen one until, like, two years ago."

Her eyes keep flicking back to Catra, now, but she's fiddling with the communicator and won't meet her gaze.

"They're, uh-- they're really majestic! Swift Wind especially, he's got those long flowing rainbow locks, and he can talk, and yes, I totally fly around on him."

But she's distracted now. She nudges Catra with her shoulder, softly: "Are they not answering?"