Karkat looks at him, frozen in the middle of getting himself upright. Now that he's put some few minutes' worth of distance between himself and a bad case of the dayterrors, or, uh, nightterrors, seeing as he'd crashed out at a distinctly human hour... his legs are more cooperative.

Less prone to kicking at things or people underfoot.

"Easy," he huffs, "I wasn't going to stiff you. You got somewhere to put this?" If he has to write it down, he will, but he'd prefer somewhere to type it. Alternian alphabet is, uh... not easy to learn.

Turns out it's carcinoGeneticist.