Adora's eyebrows hike towards her hairline. She told them not to come?

"What? No, I-- ow!" Adora flinches as Catra pulls on her arm just a little too hard-- "I wanted them to meet my family, too!"

She whips her communicator out, at first to see just what kind of messages Catra had sent, but her attention is quickly snagged by the cracked screen and the faint staining of blood. She'd gotten so caught up in the panic of adrenaline of battle that it's almost slipped her mind altogether, and the reminder has her heart sinking like a rock.

"... What happened at dinner, Catra?"