[ Despite the warnings and concern that she should really be on her guard, Catra hasn't been too concerned for herself. The way she sees it, she can always get away when she needs to--she doesn't need to worry about this stuff. Perhaps it's a misplaced confidence in her own ability to wriggle out of bad situations. She pauses as she closes in on the closet, hesitating as she peers at the water--then the lights flicker off and on. She hesitates, then slowly eases forward on silent cat feet, hand reaching out to grasp the doorknob.
It's probably nothing, right? At least that's what she's thinking as she carefully tugs open the closet door. ]
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It's probably nothing, right? At least that's what she's thinking as she carefully tugs open the closet door. ]