"Maybe if I knew more people who kept their promises," Catra snapped back, glaring at Setsuna.

"You don't know anything about me, so stop acting like you're my friend. We're not friends and we're never going to be friends, got it?" She doesn't bother waiting any longer. She starts forward with a scramble of limbs, buffeted by the blasts of the air cannon. Her strategy seems to be working--and she's already got naturally good balance. She's making it slowly and steadily across the room, hand over hand as low to the ground as she can get. She's ignoring Setsuna now, cursing herself inwardly for starting to let her walls down around the other girl. Stupid. She should know better by now.