[ She doesn't make an effort to further explain satellites or computers. Theoretically, she could probably make some semblance of a functioning GPS within the Horizon, but that also seems like a lot of unnecessary work for someone who apparently can't even get lost here. She has no need for GPS or maps at all, not here. And even if she did, it really wouldn't be worth the trouble of trying to explain it to a man who thinks rubber erasers are a revelation.

The thought of Geralt in a space environment makes her chuckle, because somehow it's the only setting she can think of even more inappropriate for him than the modern domains. At least in her club or Dean's bar, a black shirt and pants looks more or less normal. But her perception of space living is significantly more futuristic in style. She assumes that he was not provided with a metallic jumpsuit. ]

You've been to space more'n me, then. More'n most people from my world. In our time, space livin' is just a pipe dream. There's a handful of astronauts -- that's like, space explorers, kinda? -- but even they don't live up there forever. Maybe a few months at most. But we haven't even been able to send people further away than the moon yet.