It's not so much the naked thing that bothers Catra, but the drowning in a dark abyss and then waking up in a different magical castle land than the one she'd just been living in. She taps her claws impatiently through the High Mage guy's page flipping, arms folded across her chest, and doesn't look at all impressed by the tunic and pants she's handed. She doesn't even touch the sandles.

The explanation about why she's here just sounds... wrong. If the tales of her exploits have reached far and wide across the universe, why in Etheria did they summon her? Did they miss the part where she was the bad guy and tried to conquer the planet? Sure, she switched sides later on and kinda helped Adora save Etheria from Horde Prime, but like. She's not a hero. At all.

Whoever summoned her here is an idiot. And also an asshole for the whole kidnapping thing.

Catra has spent her whole life believing that magic was evil. That was all the Horde ever said about it; magic is foul and disgusting and evil, and the Princesses who use magic are monsters. Catra's always known on some level that it was propoganda, but she still believed it, having never seen proof otherwise. It's only in recent months that she has seen proof otherwise.

Still, as she lingers outside a classroom full of people practicing what looks like a magic shield, Catra can't stop herself from looking dubious, eyes narrowed warily. She's found more suitable clothes for herself -- simple dark leggings that hook underneath the arch of her feet and leave them mostly bare, and a dark leather vest without sleeves.

When someone comes to stand next to her, Catra scoffs incredulously. "Seriously? Anyone can learn magic here? Sounds fake, but okay."

It's not like Catra's eager to help out the mages and nobles of Castle Thorne, but she'd spent a good ten minutes earlier watching some clumsy idiot try desperately to catch a slippery octopi, which had been hilarious. It's not long after that that she decides to have a go of her own. The octopi might be elusive and easily able to squeeze into tight spaces, but hey, so's Catra.

With the help of the tracking orb, it doesn't take her long before she finds one trying to scuttle into the baths. Catra sprints on all fours to catch it, claws digging into the stone floor, squeezing under a bench and out again. When she's finally victorious, she's crouched like a gremlin, tail lashing triumphantly, raising the octopi toward her bared fangs.

She only pauses when she notices someone watching her. "What? Are they poisonous?" Catra sniffs at it. "Smells okay. Nobody told me I wasn't allowed to eat them, and even if someone did tell me that, I'd just ignore them. So you'd better not be about to tell me that."

Catra's seen magic castles before, so she wasn't especially impressed by Castle Thorne. Nocwich, on the other hand, is... fascinating. She's never seen anything like it.

Crowds of people bustle through the market, loud voices are haggling and laughing and chatting, and the stalls have a dizzying array of wares. Catra peers at potions and meat and jewelry (kind of itching to steal some but she heroically restrains herself), and she winds up in front of a stall with blankets and shawls and socks, gingerly stroking one of the blankets to appreciate how soft it is.

The shop owner is busy, so Catra turns to the nearest person browsing the store. "Hey, what's a werewolf?" she asks, perplexed. "Some kind of weird monster wolf or something?"