[As soon as he opens his mouth, Catra's patience is already shot. Her eyes narrow in a suspicious glare, and behind her, her tail gives one long and irritated flick.]
Who cares what it looks like? [Rhetorical question, don't answer it, Catra already unwillingly has a few names springing to mind.] What did you do?
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Who cares what it looks like? [Rhetorical question, don't answer it, Catra already unwillingly has a few names springing to mind.] What did you do?