Catra tenses, her whole body stiff for a moment as Adora actually hugs her. Adora is aggravatingly warm and soft. And she even smells good even though it's just the soap that Jorgmund gives them for the showers and maybe some of her own sweat from avoiding drones? That's stupid though. She needs to stop getting distracted. She fluffs up in outrage and starts to tug herself away.

"Let go--ugh--!" She tugs herself away, glaring. "Focus on this before they get angry, you idiot."