(Karkat's easy enough to find on the beach both on the account that he's the only dumbass willing to be out here when it's this cold, and also it's hard to miss a troll. He has gathered a pile of sweet rocks and is currently crouched down rooting for more. He's bundled up in a thick hoodie and some heavy pants. His own dark gray skin and yellow sclera are obvious even at a glance, and his red pupils even more so. Include the claws and these are just two obvious non-humans chilling in a human's world.

He's got his elbows on his knees when she approaches and he glares up at her - but after a second, it's clear that this is actually just his face. His mouth twitches, a bad overbite of fangs making it look more like a sneer, but then he's on his feet...

...And scowling for real. What the fuck. Why's she so much taller than him? He puts his hands on his hips as if it might boost him up a few inches. It does not work.)

Don't piss in the gift hoofbeast's eye. (None of that made any sense, Karkat.) Papping is prime comfort care and you're ungrateful as hell. You have no idea what these hands are capable of. (Shaking his own hands pointedly. Look at them, Anna, look at their potential for soothing!)