"You know, there aren't a lot of people I'd say that about. He's one of them," Catra agrees, hissing as more glue sticks to a bare, furry leg. She scrambles forward, jumping and squirming every time another bomb or grenade goes off to scorch fur or disorient her with flash and sound. She glances at Setsuna and the smile isn't one that she knows exactly. It's definitely one she recognizes the meaning of, though. And hearing it and seeing it from Setsuna, a girl who has so far been nothing but kindness and light? Well it does make one worry.

"I just don't get how this guy can somehow be more sadistic than the stupid Horde. He has to be trying." She groans, hauls herself another few feet. She's almost at the lip of the pit.

"What am I saying, of course he's a try hard. I'm gonna shred his damn face!" Catra says as she reaches out to try and find a handhold out of the ball pit.