[Nero stiffens when he turns to see a floating face staring at them over his shoulder. Somehow he knows -- it's his past history of getting caught with his proverbial hand in the cookie jar and he could nail down Credo shooting daggers from his eyes half a mile away.

Nero gives Wanda a shrug and turns back.

Maybe he's better at this mask thing than he figured he'd be.]

Seriously? And he's not dead? [Excuse Nero if he seems disappointed to realize that. 'Cause the guy's got super bad vibes, and if he picked a fight with Geralt -- than fuck him entirely.]

Oh. Yeah. Rocket, Geralt. Geralt, Rocket. [Whatever, he's ruining both their costumes. Get pins or whatever.] He's, uh... a new roommate?

[That's one way to put it. "Suddenly one of the coolest little dudes I've ever met" feels like it'd come off strong, but seriously. Nero's not exactly used to anyone giving a shit enough to stick up for him. It's... new. Even Credo wasn't that warm and fuzzy. (Not literally speaking.)] He's new. [In explanation to Geralt.] Met Geralt a while ago. We hunt the same... game. [That totally nails it down for Rocket.] You know I'm totally gonna cream that guy later on, right? You know his name?