Catra yelps a little as she's grabbed at, mostly surprised more than anything. There's a snarl of anger and annoyance at the contact but Adora, for once, is right. She shoves herself forward through mud and gas until she can finally clamber back to her feet and push herself wearily on towards the next chamber. On her first time through, it had been simple. On her second, she's already limping, exhaustion setting in.

In the next room, she bends over to catch her breath, coughing and wheezing against the stinging gas that clings to her eyes and fur and lungs.

"This is worse than the Horde," she wheezes.