Adora's eyes widen, glancing between Catra's scowling face and her hands. "Oh, are you-- you're taking it off. Okay."

She sits up, the instinctive urge to follow instructions kicking in first, followed closely by hesitation as her arms furl over her chest. She peers behind Catra's shoulder at the doorway through which they came -- and she knows this was her idea, and that she chose this spot specifically for the isolation it guarantees, but...

"-- Nobody else ever comes up here," she mutters, half to herself and half seeking affirmation. She just needs a bit of reassurance, okay? And once Catra offers it, that's all it'll take for Adora to lift up her arms.