Ow. [He might actually be hurt by that, a little. He always thought he was cool with Ciri.] I mean, I guess so. Sorry.

[He'd be cool if she wanted to visit. Not that his domain is much of one. Just a car, and a pissed off giant cat that he can't get to fuck off. This is why he's in the hunter bar way more than out here, where his mind starts to wander and summons up stretches of long, lonely road and the occasional demon.

Wait. He tips his head.]

Uh, I didn't go inside, but I think I saw a little hint of it, maybe? My phone booth dropped on a mountain that was definitely snowy. Kind of like home. Might be the same one. Guy named Geralt led me back down it. Think I could figure the way back up.