"Woah, woah, woah." She can feel Adora's heart pounding in panic, and Catra keeps her hands firm on her to keep her from jerking away and launching into a full freak-out. "Calm down, Adora. You're gonna wake everyone up."
The question about the number of participants is fine, and Catra knows the answer from her observations. The question about herself is less fine, and her ears fold back in discomfort. Like there's literally anyone other than Adora she'd even consider. Like she hasn't been waiting for Adora to take her up on her suggestions.
"Obviously I haven't done it with anyone." She sounds a lot more self-assured than she feels. Again, that's just how she is. She gives a derisive sniff, like the question was stupid (--because it was), and then addresses the first one; "Most of the Force Captains only let one person into their room at a time. And why does it matter, anyway?" She pauses, and because this is Adora, feels the need to clarify: "It's not like we're going in there."
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The question about the number of participants is fine, and Catra knows the answer from her observations. The question about herself is less fine, and her ears fold back in discomfort. Like there's literally anyone other than Adora she'd even consider. Like she hasn't been waiting for Adora to take her up on her suggestions.
"Obviously I haven't done it with anyone." She sounds a lot more self-assured than she feels. Again, that's just how she is. She gives a derisive sniff, like the question was stupid (--because it was), and then addresses the first one; "Most of the Force Captains only let one person into their room at a time. And why does it matter, anyway?" She pauses, and because this is Adora, feels the need to clarify: "It's not like we're going in there."