The tear gas isn't helping. Adora's eyes are watering and she's coughing up a storm as she tries to press forward. She reaches back to grab at Catra's wrist.

"Come on-!"

She's determined to push through, even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts.

"We're almost clear!" They need to low crawl a few more yards, but the exit (for whatever good that does them) is just ahead.