This is far from the first time Catra's used her as a human barricade between herself and the cold shower water, but it may well be the first time it makes Adora jump, coupled with an audible gasp.

God, what's wrong with her?

Scrunching her eyes shut against the wave of heat scaling her neck, Adora makes a grab for the shampoo dispenser, and sharply thrusts it into Catra's grappling hand.

"Can you not stand so close? You're greasy."

And the brush of her chest against Adora's bare back has somehow, despite the familiarity, become impossible to bear.