Nautica is sitting in the galley in a pair of heels and a bright blue negligee when Karkat finally gives up on sleeping and wanders down to make himself a hot cup of tea. He appears to be playing solitaire, his hair braided so it can't cascade down across his face in the dramatic way that his posture would otherwise allow. Without his makeup he looks less like an intimidating crossdressing gamblignant and more like an exhausted seadweller lass, one heel hooked into the support of his stool, wiggling with that familiar, past-tired energy.

"Good morning," Karkat says somewhat sarcastically, a little more annoyed than usual because of the quiet time of night, and a little less because it's Ampora, an old hatefriend who has kept him company in the past.

Nautica clicks down a card with a bright manicured claw. "Mornin', Kar."