It all happens really fast. First, he's being dropped into a room. Then he's dragged off through some other weird places, and finally here. He listened best he could to the woman; remembers her words clearly, but can't make complete sense of them. The weapon he holds is not unfamiliar; he'd picked it because it was so; but it's a little more vicious than what he's used to. Spikes line one of the clubs, bright colors a mockery.

So he just sticks to leaning against a wall, not surprised if no one is quick to approach him. His makeup's a mess, still; and he's also an alien with gray skin and candy-corn horns, and he's pretty damn tall. Gamze'll eye the crowd with sharp eyes; wondering if anyone else he knows is here as well. He'd be pretty disappointed if Karkat wasn't -- but for now, he'll wait. All these aliens were pretty interesting by themselves.