[ With a shrug, she takes another look around her. ] It seemed gentler to say that than the truth which is that this place is a mess, but not referring to the usual mess of piles that seem to be found our hives, but architecturally instead.

[ Her's is only slightly better, but at least she recognizes the different styles inside of her own magical home, as opposed ot here where she finds herself stumped.

But clearly there's something bothering Karkat. Clearly, because he goes off on a short tirade that she knows is short because he could have easily gone much longer than that if he really wanted to. Still, she doesn't miss that shaking in his shoulders, and unlike him, she does pay it mind. Without thinking about it she takes a few steps to plop down in a chair next to Karkat's, putting her hand on the shoulder. Presumably as some kind of reassurance? At least it's not a pap. ]

That sounds like something that makes sense to freak out about.