[This is all sounding very pre-planned. Adora does have a tendency to over-think and over-strategize for every drill and evaluation, and she has been out here all day and night without Catra to distract her, so it's reasonably likely that there were fifty other assorted plans before this one and that Catra is now just receiving the final, polished version. So it's suspicious, but no more than literally everything else Adora's come out with in the last few minutes.

Catra's not convinced of Adora's ability to take on an entire squadron though, or of her claim to suddenly be a Princess, and she scoffs. At least right now, in this point of her life, she is used to being Adora's shadow. 'Where you go, I go' is right - except for when Adora takes off in the middle of the night without her.

Yeah, she's still sore about that.]

You're not a Princess. [How many times is she going to have to reiterate that? Catra misses her Adora already. The one that's a normal height, and who has a ponytail Catra can pull on when she's being stupid.] You don't even have any magic powers. What're you gonna do, flex at Shadow Weaver until she lets you go?

[She's getting agitated again, too many absurdities piling up. It'd be easier to accept it if Adora were suggesting the two of them go off on their own, but she's not. For whatever reason, she's stubbornly stuck on the idea of sucking up to their enemy instead.]

What about being Force Captain? Adora, we've worked our whole lives [so many days of endless training and tests, enduring life in the Fright Zone because their goal, together, is to rise up and lead the Horde] for this, and we're finally getting somewhere. You really want us to just -- throw it all away, and go join the losers?