Catra stands there, her own brittle barrier of protective indifference keeping her from doing anything but giving a nod, quiet and almost uncaring in it's motion. There's a jerk, a surprised jolt as Setsuna suddenly reaches out to grasp her hand and she tries to pull herself back before the handshake is finished.

"Catra." She spits her name back at Setsuna. "Don't. Touch me." A pause follow, long and heavy and empty before Catra manages to make her mouth work again.

"...Don't touch me without asking," It's half-muttered, as if she's afraid it might actually be heard by someone.