[ Catra scans the environment, focused on the task at hand for the moment. Eventually, her hand land on a person sitting amongst all the goings-on. They look pretty unassuming except for the smirk they apparently can't help. Catra's ear twitches, and the next thing you know, she's running and all up in the stranger's face, hand fisted in the collar of their shirt. ]
Okay, how many ways do I have to beat you up until you stop what you're doing?
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Okay, how many ways do I have to beat you up until you stop what you're doing?