Adora bites back a retort. She is not about to get into a yelling match with Catra about this. They're both in the same boat right now anyway, right? So there's no point in making this harder than it has to be. And unlike Catra, her clothes actually fit.

She folds her arms, trying to figure out what she's going to say as she steps back toward the bench.

"Aside from being kidnapped to another dimension?"

She doesn't say again, although she sort of wants to.

"Just fine."

She steps over the bench and lays herself out, staring up at Catra for a long moment. Does she trust her? Maybe. She wants to. But there's a long history of Catra deliberately trying to hurt her.

"Are you going to actually spot or just laugh at me when I get pinned down?"