Nadine thinks she can infer a few things. Like why Geralt seems so unused to kindness from people like herself and Julie. Why he's as guarded and private as she is.

She nods, running her hand idly over a display of candy bars, coming to the jars of penny-style candy at the end of the counter. She doesn't want to offer sympathy, isn't sure if that's even what's called for, but she can't imagine he'd appreciate it either way.

But she doesn't want to make him talk more about something he clearly isn't exactly eager to.

"Your world is very, very different than mine," she settles on. If he wants to share more with her, he will, but she isn't going to ask it of him.