[She crouches by him, her cane laying across his knees, though her face is patient while he searches.]

Karkat, I spend my nights in the presence of criminals who would rather lie about what brand of grubflakes they had for breakfast than speak a word of truth to a legislacerator. While I have learned that not all the fantastical things they say are false, you cannot blame me for wanting some proof. Especially of the Handmaid of Death herself!