"I'm not taking it off, stupid." Catra rolls her eyes, tugging insistently at the shirt. Still, her ears do twitch back to listen with a concentrated press of her lips; and she really can't hear anything else over the sound of the machinery pumping and grinding away. "We've been coming here for how many years now? And we've never seen anybody else up here. Nobody wants to bother putting in all that effort just to hang out in some smog."

Which says a lot about how desperate the two of them have always been to carve out their own personal spaces together. Not even Shadow Weaver has ever followed them out here.

"Come on," she cajoles, ears and attention turning back to Adora. "If anyone is dumb enough to climb all the way up here, we'll just tell them we were wrestling." Catra shrugs confidently. "It's happened before."