She did what? A flicker of amusement crosses his face. He can see why Julie got along with her immediately. He has his own wariness around the army as a whole; people who serve the ruling body don't often get along with outsiders. That holds true when he was a Witcher on the Continent, and it's true now where he's one of the Summoned—not just a Summoned, but one that fled from Thorne. The Free Cities had not exactly pulled him out like the others.

But he's befriended a few soldiers from his frequent trips into the desert. Never know when you need a favour.

"You'll find others from similar worlds." Geralt hasn't a fucking clue how or why, but the reality is undeniable. Between Julie, Nadine, Sam, Steve, a dozen others—there's a pattern. Details shift, but the commonalities remain. "Let me guess. Somewhere in America?"