[Oh boy, isn't this the most uncomfortable requisition queue Catra's ever been a part of. It's no surprise to her that they're redistributing the uniforms and basics of the deceased (how else are they supposed to keep up with the sudden boom in demand); the awkward part comes from the kid who apparently didn't do a good enough job stashing anything they wanted to keep. If any cadet tried to argue about this in the Horde, they'd be smacked with months of latrine duty faster than they could blink.
She's resolved to ignore it - it's not her job to be disciplining anyone - but she's definitely judging as she accepts her own pack and makes to leave. No sooner has she turned away, though, that the glow of a blue light catches her eye -- and she turns back just in time to catch the kid backing off with an identical shirt clutched in their hands. Everyone else looks too taken aback to speak -- so with a noise of impatience, Catra takes it upon herself to ask the question that nobody else wants to.]
What was that? [It's more of a demand than a query -- she's not the most polite person in the base.]
outreach:
She's resolved to ignore it - it's not her job to be disciplining anyone - but she's definitely judging as she accepts her own pack and makes to leave. No sooner has she turned away, though, that the glow of a blue light catches her eye -- and she turns back just in time to catch the kid backing off with an identical shirt clutched in their hands. Everyone else looks too taken aback to speak -- so with a noise of impatience, Catra takes it upon herself to ask the question that nobody else wants to.]
What was that? [It's more of a demand than a query -- she's not the most polite person in the base.]