Drop the act. Adora's glad Catra isn't looking at her right now, because the confusion is written all her face. She shakes it off a second later, putting two and two together with the few brain cells she has, swiftly crossing off 'crazy' from the list of possibilities. So it's magic, then. Or a hologram, or--something. (No, Catra already touched her. It can't be that.) She's pretty sure the concept of evil clones only exists in stories, at least... which doesn't sound as reassuring as it should in her head, given everything else that's just happened.
In the end, figuring out an explanation doesn't really matter, when the reality is this clear. One way or another, someone in the Horde has a way to impersonate her, and it's already happening. How long has this been going on? Is it just Adora, or can they mimic others as well? None of them have ever had to defend against something like this before; once she gets back, they'll have to come up with something, some way to be able to trust each other. This could seriously hurt the Rebellion, and she knows it. Catra knows it.
Hurriedly, Adora files her doubts away for later, focusing on what's in front of her right now. On Catra. From this distance, she can't make out the passcode--though she can tell it's different, something that shouldn't irk her the way it does--but the map itself is clear as day when Catra holds it up. Adora might not be good at subterfuge, but she was Force Captain for a reason, and the few seconds given is all she needs to commit the image to memory.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure it all goes to plan."
Her tone carries her usual confidence, but there's the slightest hint of deference, that she thinks might appease Catra coming from--Adora? Her impostor? Whoever she thinks she's talking to right now. She needs Catra to be in a good mood, because Adora's not done pressing her.
"Is everything okay here? You seem kinda worked up." Avoiding the trap is one thing, but she knows Catra is the real threat. If she wants the Rebellion distracted, it's because she's plotting something even bigger--something Adora needs to stop. She can worry about the rest later. Catra clearly trusts this mystery person enough to rely on them, a confidence that isn't given lightly, or without cause, and so Adora risks taking a step closer again. "Sure you don't need my help?"
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In the end, figuring out an explanation doesn't really matter, when the reality is this clear. One way or another, someone in the Horde has a way to impersonate her, and it's already happening. How long has this been going on? Is it just Adora, or can they mimic others as well? None of them have ever had to defend against something like this before; once she gets back, they'll have to come up with something, some way to be able to trust each other. This could seriously hurt the Rebellion, and she knows it. Catra knows it.
Hurriedly, Adora files her doubts away for later, focusing on what's in front of her right now. On Catra. From this distance, she can't make out the passcode--though she can tell it's different, something that shouldn't irk her the way it does--but the map itself is clear as day when Catra holds it up. Adora might not be good at subterfuge, but she was Force Captain for a reason, and the few seconds given is all she needs to commit the image to memory.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure it all goes to plan."
Her tone carries her usual confidence, but there's the slightest hint of deference, that she thinks might appease Catra coming from--Adora? Her impostor? Whoever she thinks she's talking to right now. She needs Catra to be in a good mood, because Adora's not done pressing her.
"Is everything okay here? You seem kinda worked up." Avoiding the trap is one thing, but she knows Catra is the real threat. If she wants the Rebellion distracted, it's because she's plotting something even bigger--something Adora needs to stop. She can worry about the rest later. Catra clearly trusts this mystery person enough to rely on them, a confidence that isn't given lightly, or without cause, and so Adora risks taking a step closer again. "Sure you don't need my help?"