The comment about Catra being the "weak" one doesn't quite make Adora flinch, but her expression twitches into something irritated. She shoots Catra a look, "Are you actually helping or not?"

Although the fact that the rest of the set is blissfully silent is almost enough to make her forget that Catra is her enemy now. Almost. There's still that sense of awkwardness. Of putting her foot forward and not being sure where the next step is or even if there is one. She pushes up on her last rep and sets the bar back and then uses it to tug herself upright, curled over and against it as she eyes Catra. Her expression is tight and unhappy, lips pursed.

"I don't have time for this, Catra."