In response to that, Karkat tugs the hood of his coat down as much as he can without bringing the shape of his horns into relief, keeping his head down to hide his face as they step through into the Transporter room.

His heart is thudding somewhere in his throat with an unnecessary amount of anxiety when he approaches the machine -- it's not like he'll be punished for using the Transporter, if anyone sees him going, after all. Like most of his self inflicted hardships in Exsilium, his determination to keep this "field trip" quiet is rooted in pride, and principle.

His hands shake, a little, and he fumbles, unfamiliar with exactly how to manipulate the machine. He isn't used to choosing to be sent somewhere -- every excursion Lachesis sent him on had been purely involuntary. He gets more tense with every moment wasted, but finally, the correct date and time are input, and it is time to be off.

No going back now.