"Well-- well, if you all use such weird terms to talk about it, how am I supposed to know!" Her voice is doing the squeaky-graty thing it does when she's freaking out again, and Adora snaps her jaw shut. Her face, her whole head is burning so hot that her ears are ringing with it, and she feels like an idiot. Catra clearly thinks she's one.

She glances out into the dark room around them, as if her teammates' sleeping silhouettes would offer answers. It's silent, completely wrapped up in shadow, and she really has no choice but to turn back to Catra. "... Everyone? Really?"

Scrubbing a hand down her face in a futile attempt to subdue the flames of her embarrassment, Adora heaves out a sigh. Her voice comes out very small, after.

"I'm the only one?"