Curious eyes follow the fish. It's pretty basic cooking, still a step up from her usual but, then, her standards have climbed a little since she got here. There's a slow tail flicker, arms folding across her chest and legs with a hint of a pout while Catra leans in.

Hmm, not too close to the fire. She sprinkles whatever smells good. mostly salt and some lighter spices, watching the flames crackle around anything that misses.

"I thought the whole point of this place was a fresh start... Nothing you do matters here. Right?" That's her thought, at least. They all return to their fate eventually.

"So why not-"