"Do you call everybody who keeps their promises to you an idiot?" is maybe not the smartest thing to say under the circumstances, but Setsuna is deeply not at her best, right now.

Setsuna has been eyeing these dummies, herself, and thinking, not out loud, wouldn't it be easier to carry each other and ignore these instead but remembering the no-touching rule at the last second. Eventually she swings one onto her own back, a whuff of punched-out air leaving her as the weight of it hits her.

"I don't think I'd be as balanced like that as you are," is all Setsuna says, looking at Catra, "but good to know." But she hunkers down anyway, trying to pull her personal center of gravity - weighed down as it is by the dummy - closer to the ground and, hopefully, harder to dislodge by air cannon than teetering on her already shaky legs would make her. Even if it feels like bending at the knees only makes her ability to keep walking forward even more unsteady than it already was.

And then the only way out is through, it seems.