"Sounds like some First Ones crap," Catra mutters as they begin to make their way down to the mess hall, following the various twists and turns. She's still getting used to this place--she doesn't know it like the back of her hand, like home.
"I'll keep an eye out, though." A pause, then: "So, what's coffee?"
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"I'll keep an eye out, though." A pause, then: "So, what's coffee?"