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[whitehaired]

Same? [His eyebrow lifts incredulously. While yes, she did make it abundantly clear that she feels threatened by a person that matches his description, he can't believe the sword would be so similar. It's silver. Expensive. Heavy. Not what an ordinary man would carry. It's odd. though she is not in what would be a joking mood.

Geralt collects his sword, not in a rush, just in a methodical way that a person should reclaim their weapon. She seems confident enough in her safety, he wants to keep it that way.]

I have no quarrel with you or want to slay any person.

[That is what a murderer would say. He knows that too. Best not even try at this point.]

Yes. Roach. She's so tall. [He holds a hand up to what would be head level for Roach.] Chestnut with a white splotch on her face.

[Wait a second....]

How did you come to this place without a horse? On foot?

Again

[bountyhead]

[ She watches him as anyone would who's still wary of someone. There's enough distance between them that should he make a move she has enough time to draw, point, and shoot. That's where most of her confidence lies. He can insist he means no harm all he wants — she's ready the moment he does. ]

"Roach"?

[ what kinda name... ]

Uh... no. I haven't seen your chesnut with a white splotch on her face horse named Roach. Not very many people ride horses anymore.

[ This brings her to his next question. She takes a long drag off her cigarette, studies him. What is this guy's deal? ]

I walked a little bit, yeah. [ Is that what he means? ] I had to park my zipcraft back there. [ She nods to her left, his right. ] I was scoping out a bounty but then you come along looking like Vicious' stunt double.

[ For what it's worth, Geralt is a lot better-looking. ]

[whitehaired]

....are you joking?

[He is asking because he cannot be sure. Geralt's brow lifts and he is looking at her with about the same confusion as when she said the words zipcraft.]

I'm--[he turns, slowly to see that that is not anything he has seen before.]

Hmm.

[The craft gets another hard, long look before her turns back to her.]

Something has happened.

[Clearly!! Geralt touches the medallion at his neck. The image of a snarling wolf, it hasn't moved so there is no obvious presence of magic.]

Either I am not where I should be or you are not where you should be....or we both are mutually fucked.

[bountyhead]

[ That's a silly question considering she's anything but joking. More puzzled by his response, from the moment he sees her zipcraft to—she almost chokes on smoke. What the hell does he mean by mutually fucked? ]

Uh, come again??

[ He's greeted with a mirthless expression once he turns back. It must be her turn to ask: are you joking? Not that she can take this guy seriously in the first place dressed like that. ]

Look, mister, we're only strangers. However "mutually fucked" you think we are most definitely has nothing to do with me because we don't know each other. Do you understand?

[ Because he's clearly talking about something else entirely and whatever it might be, she doesn't really want to stick around. She sucks down the last of her cigarette before dropping it by her feet and squashing the cherry with her heel. A heavy sigh blows the last bit of smoke in her lungs. ]

My bounty is probably halfway to Callisto by now and that's all thanks to you.

[whitehaired]

[She is considerably shorter than himself. And that makes no difference whatsoever. He tilts his head backward as though anticipating a full-handed slap with her words.]

The situation, I mean. Not literal. Do you know where we are?

[Though it is not unheard of him to not be clear of his thoughts or intentions. Geralt growls at himself, at her, at the situation.]

Strangers or no, I told you who I am and what I'm trying to do.

[And she has at least said her peace on what is supposed to be going on. He briefly considers an apology but figures that might make her more angry.]

I don't know where Callisto is.

[Or what a zipcraft is....or what a gun is... Specially trained fighters and trackers are not supposed to get suddenly lost.]

[bountyhead]

[ The guy has one hell of a guttural voice. It's almost threatening even while he shows no sign of being a threat... not yet anyway. ]

We're on Ganymede. Callisto is nearby.

[ Nearby as in "just the next moon over" but that goes unsaid. He should know that if he's here, duh. The need for another smoke is already on the horizon but she refrains. She didn't sign up to be someone's tour guide and especially not while there's a bounty out there to catch and it's obvious she's growing a bit... restless. ]

Where did you think we were?

[whitehaired]

[Not one of those places ring a bell. And no realization dawns on his face. Geralt's scowl deepens. He squints and finds no mountain range looking familiar in the distance.]

Fuck.

[Already getting under one another's skin he doesn't bother asking what the nearest kingdom is to these, what he assumes to be, townships.]

An hour's ride from Posada.

[The earth around themis dry and the weather arid enough.]

[bountyhead]

Posada?

[ Just want to be sure she heard him correctly. ]

Is that a moon or something?

[ Faye hasn't been exactly everywhere in the solar system. Maybe she's managed to never hear about this Posada place. She wasn't much of a social butterfly; in fact, between snooping for information and interacting with the small handful of people she knows, this was the most she's spoken with a stranger in months.

Which begs the question for her: why was she still here? ]

Hate to break it to you but if you're looking for a ride, you're tough out of luck. My ride is one seat only.

[whitehaired]

No, it's a town in a mountain range.

[And there is plenty of earth and dirty. Geralt gives it an idle kick then thinks again on what she has said.]

....there's only one moon.

[To his knowledge anyway. Shit. Shit. How will he get out of this one?]

Can you point me in the direction of the nearest village then?

[That is about the only help that seems worth asking. He hasn't looked at the craft she as speaking about since first glance. Best not even try and make sense of it. He only has so patience. Right no it is being used to sort this lost business.]