She shifts closer to Karkat, bare knees having no place else to settle but in the uncomfortable pool of blood formed by the substance running down him -- is it really blood? Ruka doesn't know, and she's doing her best not to pay it any mind.

From the purse she pulls out one of those individually-wrapped moist towelettes, tearing it open and starting on getting (mots of) the blood off of the more obvious wound on the arm.

"I'm not sure how long they've been around, but they started targeting us last summer. Ten or so imPorts went missing, and of course we thought it was just port-outs at first, but then they started turning up a little messed up. Like, they'd been abandoned in foreign countries, or they were doped up on sedatives, or injured -- one guy I know practically had his throat crushed, so he couldn't talk, and someone else lost an arm."

She pauses a moment, swapping the towel for some adhesive bandages, fastening them over the punctures.

"Then we got a rush of new faces on the Network, which happens every now and then, but -- we didn't figure this out until later -- turns out some of these people weren't imPorts at all. They were actually natives to this world, but they still had powers, like we do. They were part of a team called 'Majesty,' which was funded by Vulcanus."