Cynthia only looks up and notices Karkat when he sits down right across from her with his nasty "food."

"Oh, hey, Karkat!" she says, as if he just entered the room. She twirls her pencil between her fingers, but her other arm is sort of unintentionally laid across her notebook. There's some of what looks like a drawing visible, along with curly, pretty handwriting. "I think I'm gonna have to pass on a movie this time...I'm a little busy right now. Maybe later, though!"