She's trying hard not to get discouraged; she's never met a curmudgeon of quite this caliber before. Normally her natural charm has won whoever it is over by now and she can handle the rest, but he seems strangely immune.

"Fair enough," she replies breezily, trying not to sound hurt. "Karkat? I like that name." It reminds her of the names of the rock trolls, funnily enough. "I'm Anna, descendant of...my sister Elsa!"