"Do they? Damn it." She bared her fangs in anger and pain. How long had it been since she'd had to deal with this? Three years? Almost four? How had they handled it the first time? Growling under her breath in frustration, her ears flattened to her scalp and her tail tucked. She couldn't remember.

The offered first aid kit catches her by surprise, but she accepts it without anything less than gratitude. Catching it easily, already steeling herself for the pain that would follow using antiseptic on her sliced face.

"Something like me, only male and fairly large for a doll. Steel-grey fur, three scratches across the left side of the mouth. Tends to look like it's laughing at you." Mika can't help but wince as she cleans it, then puts on a medicated gauze patch before applying a pad over her eye and taping it in place. Tossing the kit back to Karkat with a grateful thank you, she licks some of the blood off her fingers before she realizes what she's doing.

"And yours?"