Oh. [That is, in fact, pretty disappointing. But isn't his fault, and Horō doesn't think for a second about blaming him.]

I am afraid I have no explanation for this phenomenon as of yet. [Her feat that it could be a miasmatic disruption grows the more she hears, though. But if they were all of them ripped through time by demons, surely they would be dead or maimed by now. Horō takes a few deep breaths - the air might be stale, but it isn't heavy. Her head swims, but for other reasons. Expecting Karkat to continue following her, her only glance back is brief and perfunctory. He looks - young, so far as she can tell, beneath the dress and the costuming.]

Are you a Slayer from beyond the village? The horns you wear are of an odd design.