Jane: Examine your specimen.

You remember her. You never met, but you knew of her indirectly - you stop yourself. The tiaratop knew of her indirectly. You're not sure where the line is when it comes to claiming that knowledge. You'd ask but... the worst part is that your problem is so insane you couldn't talk to anyone about it.

The fuchsia blood dripping from her is disorienting, too. You try and psyche yourself into it by lying. But it wasn't curry then, it's not... pink slop now. You're struggling to come up with a pink slop.

Tubby custard.

No, that's too goofy.

Karkat is giving you a funny look, and you realize you're giving him a funny look back so... you better hop to it.