"Hey!" Catra squawks as she's spun and yanked this way and that, realizing only too late that she really should have anticipated this and remained out of grabbing range. Vertically. She swats at Entrapta's hands, less effective than it would be if she still had claws rather than blunt human nails, and far less violent than she would be if she was truly motivated to stop the manhandling.

"It's weird. Is this what it's like for you all the time? No wonder Lonnie and Kyle hated night patrols."