"Mrrph, mmph!" That's the extent of the reply Adora can give with Catra clamping her own hand over her mouth, the jerk. Although upon being reminded of her surroundings, she can't help but acknowledge Catra was right -- so Adora stops trying to speak over the barrier of her palm, and resorts to quietly fuming.

At least until her mouth is free.

"I'm being weird? I'm being weird?!" She's regained enough awareness to keep her voice down, but Catra's infuriating effect on her is already wearing away at her restraint. Adora can't help it-- she feels like she's losing her mind.

"You're the one who started looking at me all funny, and-and touching my leg, and laughing at me! How am I being weird?!"