Last time Catra said something was a problem for future Catra, it ended up being a really big problem. So that's normal. She looks back at Setsuna, scoffs.

"I don't want him to be happy, I just want to do the minimum to avoid him getting all pissy over this," that siad, though, she hauls herself up to her feet and then staggers into the next room. She stares blankly at the line of waiting dummies, then across the room that's dotted with giant strips of hanging paper that wafts in the air cannon blasts.

"...Seriously?" She says, her patience starting to wear even thinner. "I don't care what they do to me I am going to rip his face off."