[Karkat is sure that Terezi is taking no small measure of joy in the way he has to drag the chain attached to his leg around. He half considers deliberately walking on the side that has a cast on it just to piss her off, but the awkward shuffle he'd have to preform is too beneath his mighty pride. Not that his mighty pride hasn't taken something of a big dent anyway.
Needless to say, when Terezi stops to talk to some tall white-carapaced woman who could only be from Prospit, Karkat doesn't give her a polite response. In fact, the very fact that she's from Prospit sours his mood further, and the glare he gives is even more sulky than before. He grabs Terezi's arm and tries to tug her forwards.]
Yeah, yeah, but I don't fucking have time for this, remember?