"Good." Before it might have been a sharp, peevish snap of an answer. This time, though, it seems quiet and restrained. Almost resigned. Catra swallows, her arms closing across her front as if she could hug herself. In the pit of her stomach she can feel the heavy, unhappy anxiety lingering, demanding more of her be free into it. Then Setsuna speaks up again,along an offer that Catra isn't quiet sure of. Can she trust the other girl?

"Sure, okay. Whatever." She's not sure what Setsuna means but she figures that it can't be all that bad. At least Setsuna listens to her. No one else here really has and that has to count for something. She shrugs, partially because she's not sure what else to do any longer.