"I had to deal with something like it growing up," Catra says bluntly. "You just have to be careful and know when not to push too hard." She starts heading down the hallway, hands shoved in the pockets of her oversized jumpsuit--for some reason, she had been given one that as meant for someone a bit more filled out than her. Or just intended for someone with a masculine frame. She'd even had to cut her own hole for her tail.

"Trick is finding the line, you know?"