"Oh. Nice." Catra nods admiringly at the backflip.

Catra tries to fit one. It takes a few minutes, not least because when she tries to put it over her jumpsuit (which is still too big and too baggy) it ends up just being uncomfortable and awkward. Finally, after struggling for a few minutes, she snarls and unzips the front down to her waist. She tugs her arms out of the sleeves, exposing the simple sports-style undergarments she's wearing, then ties the sleeves tight around her waist.

"Guh! I hate this thing," She mutters as she shrugs into the vest again. This time she seems to have an easier time of it and soon the ballistic vest is fitted nice and snug. She sways a little, testing her balance.

"Not bad."