She freezes mid-pull, her aim wavering from her mark, the arrow still half cocked in the bow. Still staring ahead, she gradually loosens the string, lowering the weapon completely, as if slowly allowing a muscle to relax after tensing. She glances in Karkat's direction silently, then slips the glowing arrow back into her quiver.

"Hey," she says flatly, subdued in a way that makes it clear she is holding something back.