She has a moment of reprieve, wherein she crouches heaving for breath on Adora's lap, as Adora registers that yes, Catra is very good at killing things that annoy her.

And then the mad gleam fades from Catra's eyes for a second and her heavy breathing slows as her gaze drifts to the hose, still spraying water.

Boy did she miscalculate that one.

"Adora!" She's yowling before the water even hits her face this time, making desperate grabs for Adora's wrists, shoving her knees into her chest in a very rough and very rude effort to force her down. "Don't you dare--!"

But Adora does dare, and Catra's threats turn into hissing and spitting and twisting and clawing, trying to simultaneously escape the water and fight Adora.

That's the scene that the door opens up onto, Adam the youngest and fastest and thus the first to make it to the loud and dramatic screams of distress.

Melog just brrpts at him, sitting primly in their spot. Nothing to see here, citizen. Move along.