"I ran into her at last Crowning," he says with a shrug. He wound up sniping at her, bitter and irritable under the circumstances, but he hasn't seen her since to change or solidify the first impression.

Dave is right, though. Karkat folds his arms, frowning. "Our lives are a mess as it is. We're already doomed, so what's a paradox on top of that?" He adds in a curled lip. "And stop rubbing your nipples, would you?"

Feferi isn't a topic he's much considered, nor someone he's seen recently. Just the same he looks around, scanning the crowd for any sign of her curved horns, much though all the shiny costumes and LEDs don't help.

"No, I haven't." He turns back. "What about her?"