"Shh!" Catra is quick to slap Adora's hand over Adora's own mouth, covering it quickly with her own to keep it in place as she hisses out warnings. "Shut up, you idiot! You're going to wake everyone up!"

Her ears strain to pick out the sounds of breathing from the rest of their squad. Thankfully, the only one who seems to have stirred is Rogelio; who also sounds like they roll back over with a disgruntled rumble, and fall back asleep.

Only then does Catra move Adora's hand away from her mouth, and in that long tense moment she'd really hoped she might take up thinking again. You know, as maybe something of a hobby? But instead she's very distracted by the rapid fluttering of Adora's pulse under the fingers she has pressed against her wrist, and the tension obvious in the line of her shoulder, and how Catra can feel the warmth emanating from her body like a furnace. (Or maybe that's just Catra's own body heat. Too hard to tell, not worth figuring out.)

"What's your problem?" She demands, keeping her voice to annoyed whispers. "Why are you being so weird about this?"

Because Catra thought she'd made it pretty clear like, ages ago, that she'd be more than willing to help Adora with these things.