That's... a lot different than what Catra was expecting, and her eyes narrow in contemplation at the ground for a moment until Adora's insecurities shine through - and then she can't help but scoff.

"Are you kidding? You haven't stopped sounding crazy to me since you left the Horde." She makes sure there's levity in her tone, and her tail brushes deliberately across Adora's face to dispel any delusion that she means to be taken seriously. She even actually looks at Adora afterwards; a side-long glance with the smallest quirk of her lips before Catra turns her gaze up, looking at the stars.

"So do you know about all the things they did? Do you..." ...this is straying into uncomfortable territory, for her. Some of the memories the chip had connected her to are still buried in Catra's mind, and sometimes sleep is a horrible thing. "...dream about that as well, or something?"