What a pain in the ass. Karkat follows along, but his demeanor turns from actively pissed off to frustrated but too stubborn to stop. This way and that, next turn, down an alley, spitting off aggravated oh come on! complaints whenever she drives him in another circle. On into a store is where she takes him finally, and he can't muster up more than a brief, cockeyed glance at the clothes on offer.

But the changing rooms...

"Nice presumption, ass factory!" Like a pot on simmer, it jumps back to a boil with more fuel. "Unlike some I do in fact have a sense of propriety. I am perfectly capable of waiting. You understand that? I'm not going to barge in like a braindead tool and get my ass kicked out over being a supposed pervert when my purposes here have not the least to do with something like that. You know you could have ended this whole honkfowl chase you led me on at any point if you would have just turned around and said sorry for staring, right?"