Another message. Karkat was ready this time, keeping his eyes as much on the Pokégear as the path, thereby saving himself from making another revealing noise. Reading over what was said didn't help him, though. Ire welled up at the words. As much as he hated being called a peasant blood himself, Kanaya didn't deserve that, either. She was at the middle of the spectrum, not even close to the bottom! She'd tried to help him!

If only she were here now.

Before he could start to formulate a response, however, his eyes found the last part of the text. Gamzee had heard him, and he was on the way.

He closed the 'gear then, shoving it away into a pocket. For as much as he'd wanted to find the clown a moment before, now the fear won over, telling him to get out of there. But he couldn't run. Running would be noisy, and he couldn't afford to give any more hints to his location after--

Was that a honk? Were those footsteps? His insides seized up as though caught in a vice grip. Somehow he managed to swallow back the scared sound he wanted to make. Carefully, slowly, he edged back away from it, footsteps ginger as he could make them. There were rocks here, surely he could hide behind one. Just keep his breathing quiet, don't put one foot down too hard, careful now, just get there quick...

He prayed Gamzee wasn't as close as he sounded.