Geralt does have to admit that since arriving he's been grateful not to have countless questions annoying him. Jaskier was always around and now, he can't help but feel the guilt needling at him more often than it cares to admit with the way things were left the last time he had seen the bard. In fact, over the past few days, he had been thinking a lot about his world and that was becoming its own irritation.

Amber eyes dart upwards and look at the woman. Geralt doesn't usually have a friendly face to greet strangers with, but then he doesn't normally give it to those he considers a friend, either.

"You can say that," Geralt answers, though not quite as rudely as he usually would. He grabs his cup and drinks, glancing down at the map and then back up again, clearly waiting for her to continue with why she was asking.