Catra sits and sulks as she waits for Saturday to continue the lesson.
"I can take care of myself," she says just once, in a sullen voice, before Catra begins her instruction. She leans forward, ears perked, and watches with interest at the way Saturday positions the grenades in the belt and explains the safest way of carrying them.
"Cool. Great. Don't throw them unless I have someplace to hide or I can throw them really far. Got it." She takes grenades and starts stuffing them into pouches. At least she's doing it the way Saturday showed her?
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"I can take care of myself," she says just once, in a sullen voice, before Catra begins her instruction. She leans forward, ears perked, and watches with interest at the way Saturday positions the grenades in the belt and explains the safest way of carrying them.
"Cool. Great. Don't throw them unless I have someplace to hide or I can throw them really far. Got it." She takes grenades and starts stuffing them into pouches. At least she's doing it the way Saturday showed her?