A doll sails by her head, joints rattling and chattering in its sockets. It leaves a spatter of blood from something it's holding in its wake, and it soon become apparent that the red blood is seeping from Karkat's side, and that he just grabbed and threw the doll away.

He catches sight of Mika and clamps his hand over the wound, trying to staunch it with his shirt. Though her blood is a red as his, old habits died hard.

A grunt, and he acknowledges her.

"Don't think any of the games they're playing are a fucking laugh riot for anyone."