[Oh, buddy, nobody is more unenthused about this than Catra, her tail lashing in upset even before he talks to her. She regrets a lot about her life, but right now, she's especially regretful that she didn't turn and walk off while the perky lady was mid-ramble. (A little bit of it might have been guilt, keeping her feet planted. Not that Catra feels bad about her so-far lackluster (read: non-existent) attempts to pitch in. More like the friendly, talkative woman reminded her of someone; and, well, Catra was a bit too caught up in other regrets to think about ditching her.)

All she has in exchange for her fetch buddy's friendliness is a scowl, though. How dare he do something like be nice to her.] Why would I bother going out there? Didn't anyone tell you anything about the acid?

[The acid that they're about to risk getting caught in. Ugh. Like normal rain wasn't bad enough.]

Hurry up. Let's just get this over with. [--And she means that, truly, already heading for the exit. She doesn't need to stop to grab any weapons or supplies; she's good with the whole lot of nothing that she's got.]