"Ugh." That groan comes from a dee place. A place of exhaustion and annoyance. This place is stupid. Really stupid. Catra takes a breath, pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Great. Just great." Now she needs to ask a question about something. Digging into people's pasts, digging into her past? Not something she really wants to do. But it looks like there's not much of a choice.

"So... you naturally that pale or do you just really like white face paint?"