[Dave frowns, instinctively ready to argue with the notion of some adult fussing over him. But once again, teen rebellion is cliche.]
Fine. [He swipes a hand across his split lip and it does in fact come away bloody, so he just sighs and stands and pockets his comm again.] Catra got wrecked. Debrief over.
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Fine. [He swipes a hand across his split lip and it does in fact come away bloody, so he just sighs and stands and pockets his comm again.] Catra got wrecked. Debrief over.