The ability to extrapolate meaning from context already puts Noiz above the average baffled humans Karkat meets. Except for Earth C, where trolls and humans (and others) had over five thousand years to get used to each other, but whatever.

With the rude interruption over, one of the other volunteers rolls over to go back to sleep. Karkat watches the motion warily, his blood still curdling with paranoid hyperawareness. He sinks to the floor, pushing his palm over his own cheek as he hunkers down there against the wall. That helps somewhat, even if the self-soothing is cringe-inducingly pathetic.

"...I fucking hate time shenanigans," Karkat concludes, sounding more exhausted than venomous. "Besides the obvious sample bias for human subjects," a gray hand flippantly gestures at the room, "I don't see any missing limbs, so I'm guessing it wasn't a troll on the upper end of the Hemospectrum."

It's his turn to roll his eyes, "I didn't miss that whole festering heap of hoofbeast shit."