Aha. Okay. She's probably getting some respect here, at least, so she should at least lift up her eyes to him. That isn't too hard. He seems to be unhurt, at least - and if she squints she can make out the straps around his shoulders. A backpack, huh? That was a real steal. The corners of her lips turn up. He'd make such a good shopping mule. Maybe after all this is over, they'll meet again in the Capitol, and there will be some fantastic deals for them to catch.

"Yeah, hey, Karkat..." The noise that comes out of her throat was probably intended as laughter, rather marred by gurgling undertones. She gestures at her torso with a very small inward shrug of her non-weapon arm. "That's really creative, could you maybe wait--" Till I've bled out, she thinks would be the right words; she did a lot of research about blood loss for reasons that were always pretty silly, and can make the comparison to being high on a cold tree-covered mountain. "To execute that idea?"

Because it probably will net him sponsors, they go crazy for the necks and the bodies; she can't imagine what a sensation they'd cause in conjunction. That victor with the sharp teeth flashes through her head.