Shadow Weaver raised an eyebrow at the assessment. It was accurate, but she still didn't appreciate it. "I suppose it has seen better days," she admitted,glancing at some of the detritus that still littered the floor. It was a little embarrassing to remember how she'd completely lost control that day, and the physical evidence of it would be humiliating if she had any shame left. Enough time in the Fright Zone prison could get rid of that in anyone. "But that's the way it goes, I'm afraid. Sometimes these things are...unavoidable."

It was obvious Catra was enjoying this, but the way her fur had lifted just the slightest bit upon seeing her...it was in Shadow Weaver's nature to pick up on that sort of tell...and to exploit it. So Catra was still afraid of her. Good. That would work in her favor.

"So tell me, Catra. What do you intend to do now?"