If there's anything he can thank Bro for, it's making him really good at handling unexpected projectiles. The spoons comes whipping at him faster than he can catch – goddamn actual ninjas – so he only just barely manages to sidestep it on pure instinct. He winces at the sound of the spoon impacting a cabinet door and clattering to the floor, but his hands stubbornly remain in his pockets, all cool and definitely not recovering from a brief heart attack.

"Jesus, shit. I figured she'd be the one throwing crap at me." He inclines his head towards Catra, and then as if just noting the hairnet and shit, tacks on a quick, "Nice look, by the way."