Adora already gave Catra her whole pitch. The lecture. She's pleaded and yelled and been angry and sad. She's still dealing with all of those messy emotions, but screaming at her now doesn't feel like it would help. While this is awkward, it's still... a little familiar. She flexes her fingers and then grasps the bar.

"You don't need to be as strong as I am for this," she replies and then carefully shifts the weight off of the rack and begins her set. It's a slow, steady pace, with a sharp intake and a slow outtake of breath every time.