[Unlike the way Adora had stiffened, Catra's shoulders relax under Adora's familiar touch. There's nervousness tight in her stomach, and a foreboding feeling heavy in her chest, but they both ease with the reassuring confidence of Adora's grip.]

What? [The instruction takes her off-guard, and Catra turns her head to look at Adora in surprise. Then her ears fall back, and Catra's eyebrows furrow into a frown as she raises a hand to cover Adora's own.] And leave you out there on your own? No way. I can take on anything they send after us just as well as you can. Just because I can't punch a hole in a tank or whatever--

[Catra scoffs, and moves to turn around to face her again; still keeping hold of Adora's hand.]

Whatever they throw at us, we can handle it as long as we're together. So don't even think about splitting up, okay? [Not least because Catra is terrified at the prospect of doing this alone; of sprinting away to safety, and leaving her best friend in trouble. One night was bad enough, giving her a taste of what it's like to fall asleep without the sound of Adora's breathing nearby. Catra couldn't handle it if she had to do it for any longer than that.] I just -- wanted to check, before I go and ruin a perfectly good belt. You don't have to think that hard about it.