For a few moments she watches Karkat's attackers, verifying for herself the fruitlessness of their struggle, before she turns her gaze to look at Karkat himself. The tone of his muffled voice, the shake of his shoulders, the curve of his spine as he knees there on the ground... she turns her attention to the side, giving his apparent frustration or grief its time.

"As long as there's strength left in my body," she answers, voice level, but quiet. "You could knock me unconscious and it would still hold."