"I do." It's a pretty quiet reply, but pretty forceful. She hugs herself by the elbows, shoulders lifting in a frustrated shrug, before she continues, less quietly. "We're stuck here with them, after all ... they can't be any happier about that than we are. Maybe if we know how to reach them, they'll be less ..."

She lifts one hand, gestures, fingers fluttery, around her chest area, demonstrably. "Invested, in being like this towards us." She smiles weakly. "Maybe -" and her smile disappears immediately - "or maybe they'll never care about us, after all." She swallows. "Can't find out if I don't try."

She's picking up enough about Catra's self-image and general feelings on the matter that she definitely does not say, much less offer, a "we". She doesn't think Catra would take well to being forcefully included in any kind of attempted get-along shirt.

She permits herself a slightly grim laugh. "It would be nice if they're not like ... what I think they're like." Her eyebrows knit, half quoting to herself in return: "We know what's best for you. Stay in line. Don't get ambitious if you didn't prove you've deserved it. Don't ever think we don't know what you're already worth to us."

She forces the frown back into a carefully constructed optimistic smile, after that. "They all can't be that terrible, though, right?"