[ And Catra's face cracks open, into a jagged grin, and her hand drapes over her forehead, hiding her face. She laughs -- not her usual high-pitched giggle, no; it's sharp and it's bitter, and it fits her much better now. ]
Oh, Adora, you're so stupid!
[ Then she looks up again, back at Adora, and stems her hands onto her hips. ]
I'll help you. I mean, it's not like I have a choice.
[ At that last word, her eyes bore right into Adora's eyes, just to make sure she gets her point across. ]
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Oh, Adora, you're so stupid!
[ Then she looks up again, back at Adora, and stems her hands onto her hips. ]
I'll help you. I mean, it's not like I have a choice.
[ At that last word, her eyes bore right into Adora's eyes, just to make sure she gets her point across. ]
Boy, will I be glad to get rid of you.