[Geralt takes the drink, breathing in the sweet smell and flaring his nostrils just slightly when the citrus hits him. Still, he takes a deep swig of it as he awkwardly loiters around the room.

He studies her as she speaks and it's curious, that it sounds like she's alone but he's not actually sure if she's lonely. Strangely, he feels like he wants to know more but feels he ought to offer information about himself before he tries to solicit it from her.]

There's five of us from The Continent, including me. Two of them from a future I haven't lived yet. Two of them I live with.