Catra isn't sure what to say to that. I'm used to being alone. It's familiar to her, painfully so. And part of her is, she admits, a little worried about this tiny bunny girl wandering off and maybe getting pounced on by someone. Or something. So she awkwardly does her best not to outpace Haru.

"I..." She hesitates, then takes the plunge. "Me too. I mean, I'm used to being alone too," she says awkwardly. The conversation scurries onwards and with some relief, she addresses the other topic.

"Yeah, ugh. I have no idea why these people are messaging me with stuff like that. I have a girlfriend you creeps..." she says to the theoretical sex pests.