Catra's ears perk up as soon as she hears the incoming swarm of pens. Crap. CRAP. She looks up and down the corridor at Piper's question, then jerks her head.

"C'mon--" Without waiting to see if Piper is listening, she takes off at a run, scurrying down the corridor and ducking into a nearby storage closet. As soon as Piper dives in, she slams the door shut. It's tightly closed enough that pens aren't going to wiggle inside--but on the other hand, now they're trapped in here withe sound of dozens of angry pens writing on the door.