[Catra does settle down, albeit still cranky and prickling. She shoves her spoon roughly into the unappetizing mess, determinedly not thinking about what it looks like as she glares it down.
Her ears turn down with the acknowledgement of the amount of humans, though; twitching uncomfortably as she scoffs.]
What, like you're not one of them? [Or close enough to it, anyway. Catra's definition of a human is kind of... loose.
It's her turn to watch Eda now, skeptically; from the corner of her eye as she sniffs at the rations. (And promptly scrunches it in distaste. At least ration bars didn't smell like they were trying to be anything other than sawdust and nutrients.)]
no subject
Her ears turn down with the acknowledgement of the amount of humans, though; twitching uncomfortably as she scoffs.]
What, like you're not one of them? [Or close enough to it, anyway. Catra's definition of a human is kind of... loose.
It's her turn to watch Eda now, skeptically; from the corner of her eye as she sniffs at the rations. (And promptly scrunches it in distaste. At least ration bars didn't smell like they were trying to be anything other than sawdust and nutrients.)]