"I care what they do to you," Setsuna says, a little grumpily, from where she's currently leaning against Catra for a momentary spell of literal support. She can take a lot of punishment but that was so much punishment at once.

She lets out a groan as she takes in the sight before them, however. "This isn't even that funny of a joke," she grumbles, to no one in particular but potentially to Planker, who she assumes could possibly be listening in at any moment it pleases him. "Are we dealing with a man with the brain of a sadist or the mind of a literal child?"