"Careful. There you go. Good job." Saturday takes a moment to observe Catra's technique, considering some potential responses. "An' also, don't use them unless you want to kill what you're throwing them at. They don't discriminate. You can't aim for somewhere less lethal. Be sure you want to kill before you take one out, because the only outcome for this weapon is somebody's death."

She gets up, without waiting for or seeming to need any assurance from Catra. Instead she rummages through a nearby cabinet and tosses Catra a kit with a red swiss cross on the cover.

"An' don't forget this. Self-setting bandages, painkillers, some pick-me-ups. Enough to get you back here in one piece."