It's the response she expected, but the fact that they use Adora's confident little soldier tone heats Catra through and irks her to the point that her hair begins to raise. She presses it back down with a smooth card of her claws across her scalp, scoffing at their concern. Hard to tell if it's real or fake with this one, especially when they're so deliberately pushing her buttons like this.
"Wow. I didn't realize the Rebels were that boring." Catra drops the hand holding the device to her side, the other going to her hip as she turns to scowl at them. "What I need is for you to do your job. Out there, with them. You shouldn't even be in here."
But, well. The proof of their work is standing right in front of her. They -- really have done a perfect imitation of Adora, from the set of her feet to the gleam in her eyes, and Catra's heart beats ashamedly faster as they step closer. The slight sway of their hips is spot-on as well, she can't help but notice, her fingers curling against her own hip in frustration. Seems they took her lecture from last time seriously, and she regrets having given it, now. She should've had the foresight to realize they'd test their improved act against her first before using it against Adora's friends, and Double Trouble does so love getting a rise out of her.
Catra's head tilts back as she heaves a pointedly aggravated sigh, and when she's done the scowl on her lips has shifted to the side in annoyance. Her tail flicks again, and at this point anyone else under her command would have known better than to keep pushing.
"What's it gonna take to get you to drop this? You really want a review that badly?" Her narrowed eyes scan critically up and down the length of their version of Adora's body, and there's just. There's no visible flaw. But Adora's not just a person who's seen from a distance; she's physical, and interactive, and she has a certain feel to her that nobody else does. Her friends would notice if that was missing.
It's for the sake of the mission that Catra drags her hand from her hip, holding it out for Double Trouble to place one of theirs in. There's no-one better to point out the minutiae of the things that make Adora Adora than her.
"Hurry up," she snaps. She can't let them think there's anything else to this, they already think she's obsessed as it is. "Let's get this over with."
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"Wow. I didn't realize the Rebels were that boring." Catra drops the hand holding the device to her side, the other going to her hip as she turns to scowl at them. "What I need is for you to do your job. Out there, with them. You shouldn't even be in here."
But, well. The proof of their work is standing right in front of her. They -- really have done a perfect imitation of Adora, from the set of her feet to the gleam in her eyes, and Catra's heart beats ashamedly faster as they step closer. The slight sway of their hips is spot-on as well, she can't help but notice, her fingers curling against her own hip in frustration. Seems they took her lecture from last time seriously, and she regrets having given it, now. She should've had the foresight to realize they'd test their improved act against her first before using it against Adora's friends, and Double Trouble does so love getting a rise out of her.
Catra's head tilts back as she heaves a pointedly aggravated sigh, and when she's done the scowl on her lips has shifted to the side in annoyance. Her tail flicks again, and at this point anyone else under her command would have known better than to keep pushing.
"What's it gonna take to get you to drop this? You really want a review that badly?" Her narrowed eyes scan critically up and down the length of their version of Adora's body, and there's just. There's no visible flaw. But Adora's not just a person who's seen from a distance; she's physical, and interactive, and she has a certain feel to her that nobody else does. Her friends would notice if that was missing.
It's for the sake of the mission that Catra drags her hand from her hip, holding it out for Double Trouble to place one of theirs in. There's no-one better to point out the minutiae of the things that make Adora Adora than her.
"Hurry up," she snaps. She can't let them think there's anything else to this, they already think she's obsessed as it is. "Let's get this over with."