Catra hates to see the happiness fade from Adora's face, and though she's steeled herself for it she can't not feel a pang of regret.

It's better now than later, she tells herself. Better for Adora to arm herself with the knowledge of what's waiting for her; if not inside this house, then outside in the village.

"Nothing new." Her tail flicks unhappily, but Catra's eyes remain steady on Adora's. Being hated isn't fun, and it's something that Adora is so wildly inexperienced with. "Fright Zone stuff." (better clarify, in case Adora deludes herself into thinking it could be anything else.) "About She-ra."

She'll wait for Adora to unpack that one on her own.