['It's raining.' Just like that.

Catra makes a belligerent noise of disbelief, sparing the crew half a glance before going back to ignoring them.]

I'm sure the acid that's pouring down out there's got nothing to do with it. [You know, the important part of the rain problem? Catra's stuck here herself because of it.] I bet they don't even know how this thing's still holding up.