"Catra!" Adora hisses sharper, still making an effort to keep her voice down. She knows Catra heard her, she's doing this on purpose--

But she stops herself before she can work herself up into a seethe, pinching the bridge of her nose and shutting her eyes with a steadying breath. She doesn't want to get angry at Catra again. She wants to fix this.

And so Adora climbs up to Catra's bunk, two steps of the ladder at a time, and plants both elbows on the edge of Catra's mattress. At the top, of course, she's only greeted with the sight of Catra's turned back.

"Catra, I need to talk to you." She exhales, slouching her shoulders. "Please?"