[Adora follows, moving around Catra and skirting behind the stranger, drawing her sword. Because that's just good tactics, and that's something Shadow Weaver instilled in both of them. Old patterns and habits die hard...]
Stop doing what, exactly?
[The stranger, a young woman not that much older than the two of them, can't quite keep a lazy drawl out of her voice, even lifted up like this.]
no subject
Stop doing what, exactly?
[The stranger, a young woman not that much older than the two of them, can't quite keep a lazy drawl out of her voice, even lifted up like this.]
Put me down.