Geralt's answer is a flat, "No," followed by not one glance over his shoulder.

He hasn't any idea whether the man means one of those messages through the Singularity or a letter posted to his door, or if he's fucking about in general and there was never any message in the first place. He also can't bring himself to care.

It's true that Geralt walks expecting people to move out of his path—something that almost seems born of instinct, as though he's so used to being avoided that it's become second nature.

"It's a Witcher thing." Will he explain what a Witcher is? He will not. Instead, he sighs—exasperated, impatient. "What is it you want?"

Is it to do with their time in captivity? Because he can understand, in a sense, but there are better ways to get his attention.