No matter how loud she wails or how insistently she protests, Catra's not having any of it. She's not listening at all, and Adora wants to explode, wants to throw herself at the wall and punch it until it collapses, she wants to scream and she wants to cry and for one very real, palpable moment, she honestly does want to leave. Get away from here. Breathe.

But she knows that's giving Catra exactly what she wants-- that it'll be 'proving' to her that whatever twisted-up scenario she's playing in her head is true. And just for that, Adora plants her feet firmer on the ground, refusing to budge an inch from this room.

"You know what, Catra? I'm just-- I'm just gonna--"

And without even bothering with the rest of the sentence, she hoists Catra up with every last bit of strength that remains in her arms, tosses her into the empty bath, and sprays the showerhead directly at her face.