Karkat actually has no idea who this woman is, but her words don't trip him up. It's easy to take them and assume another thing, since really, there wasn't just one Porrim. She looks like a fan to him, with her swirled tattoos and the way she leans in to whisper, and he finds himself regretting even opening his mouth.

There is something about her face that pings him now that he can see it better, but he brushes the thought away.

"Let me just head off the inevitable game of A Score of Inquiries right now," he says, spreading his... well, hand; the other is busy holding the bowl. "I only met her under weird circumstances and never got to know her well, and that's just Porrim original flavor. I never spoke to the one who raised my ancestor." A brief motion to the window. "You probably know more than me at this point if you took her tattoos."