Kay, fortunately, talks enough for two people. Geralt is content to let her go on, even if he understands roughly less than half of what she's saying. He does grasp some of it, thanks to Sam's house. All the things contained inside it.

A TV, apparently. It's piecing together, bit by bit, in his mind. The smaller screen and then a bigger one. With...projections. He imagines the tapes must be not unlike the crystals. Conceptually, it makes a sort of sense.

He blinks as she asks for his plate. Geralt hands it over. His expression is at once curious and cautious. He harbours no distrust of Kay. She's just. Unpredictable. Especially here, in the Horizon.