Please, Catra is (usually) more discerning about who gets a claw to the face. She's just been under a lot of stress lately. She grins as he explains his failed escape attempt and then laughs. Probably one of the first genuine laughs she's had since she got here!

"Oh, I do like you. These..." She jerks a hand towards the front of the room, indicating the cake and therefore, the people who left it there, "...people, I guess. They made a mistake grabbing people like us." Already 'us' but only because he seems cool. And useful. And like, on the same wavelength, which is a first out of the people she's met so far.

"I'm Catra," she adds, almost an introduction as an afterthought.