The word filthy dropping from Adora's mouth just rubs her the wrong way, and Catra's claws drag on Adora's skin for just a brief moment before she catches herself.

Oh well. It's not like Adora's not used to Catra's moments of inattention. And not like she's not covered with marks from their scuffling. What's a few more scratches?

Her hands move quickly across Adora's back, trying to get everything to do with this shower done with. She's unceremonious with her scrubbing, using just her palms to swiftly rub away the grime. It's the same the entire way down to Adora's waist, Catra's palms pressing in circles as she lathers the soap. She does the small of her back, the curve of her hipbone - and the rest is for Adora to do.

Not that Catra hasn't thought, a lot, about her hands rubbing down further on Adora's body. The shower is just the absolute last place she can think about it in. All she wants is to get everything over with quickly so she can leave, which is why without a word her hand darts out to once again pump an overzealous amount of soap onto her palm. Most of the oil is along her chest and neck, so maybe she'll be able to scrub most of it out before having to douse herself in the water. She's going to try it, in any case.