Ugh. She hates it when Double Trouble insists on keeping up the act with her. Almost as much as she hates how she can't control the irritated flick of her ears, which is not anywhere near as much as she hates Adora, but is still a considerable amount.
Adora's stink fills her nostrils, and Catra's face scrunches as she steps deliberately further away. It's the most accurate DT's ever gotten, and it's -- disturbing, how familiar it is. Catra's sure there's a flaw in it somewhere, but it's been so long she's having trouble discerning what it might be.
"Listen, I get that you're 'committed to your craft' or whatever," she rolls her eyes with the mocking quote, her tail swinging tightly in agitation; "but drop the act. I don't have time to be evaluating your performances today. We've got much bigger things to be taking care of."
A press of her finger, and the field reports disappear. A few scrolls, the tap of her passcode into the screen (-no longer what used to be her favourite number), and a 3D map of the Woods appears. They're going to need this information to lead Adora and her friends to where Catra wants them to be, which is the only reason why she enters another series of security codes; highlighting in red the path that the Rebels would have found if they'd been even remotely competent.
"Here." Rather than look at them again - because they still stink, which means today is a day where they're looking to push her, and her lips draw tight at their gall - Catra holds the device above her shoulder. Not for them to take, but so they can see the clearly marked trail leading to the mountains on the furthest side of Bright Moon. "I should've known better than to think those idiots would track the transporter. You'll have to lead them there."
They're quick at memorizing information, so Catra only bothers to hold the screen up for a couple of seconds before bringing it back down. It's not that she cares about DT, exactly, but they've been -- valuable. To her. They're a huge part of her upcoming plans, and she needs the information they bring her. But they're still passing themselves off as Adora, so her warning is annoyed when she gives it: "Try to keep yourself out of this one, would you?"
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Adora's stink fills her nostrils, and Catra's face scrunches as she steps deliberately further away. It's the most accurate DT's ever gotten, and it's -- disturbing, how familiar it is. Catra's sure there's a flaw in it somewhere, but it's been so long she's having trouble discerning what it might be.
"Listen, I get that you're 'committed to your craft' or whatever," she rolls her eyes with the mocking quote, her tail swinging tightly in agitation; "but drop the act. I don't have time to be evaluating your performances today. We've got much bigger things to be taking care of."
A press of her finger, and the field reports disappear. A few scrolls, the tap of her passcode into the screen (-no longer what used to be her favourite number), and a 3D map of the Woods appears. They're going to need this information to lead Adora and her friends to where Catra wants them to be, which is the only reason why she enters another series of security codes; highlighting in red the path that the Rebels would have found if they'd been even remotely competent.
"Here." Rather than look at them again - because they still stink, which means today is a day where they're looking to push her, and her lips draw tight at their gall - Catra holds the device above her shoulder. Not for them to take, but so they can see the clearly marked trail leading to the mountains on the furthest side of Bright Moon. "I should've known better than to think those idiots would track the transporter. You'll have to lead them there."
They're quick at memorizing information, so Catra only bothers to hold the screen up for a couple of seconds before bringing it back down. It's not that she cares about DT, exactly, but they've been -- valuable. To her. They're a huge part of her upcoming plans, and she needs the information they bring her. But they're still passing themselves off as Adora, so her warning is annoyed when she gives it: "Try to keep yourself out of this one, would you?"