Geralt stares at her for a long moment, and she doesn't stop herself from raising her eyebrows at him for the seconds it takes. The screaming stops, and that smell keeps filling up her chest with each new breath. It's not the blood and the death—so much of her life is both of those scenes in various forms — but the cloying sweet she can't recognize.

Whatever that is. It's the one that makes Jo want to twitch her nose or reflexively swallow. It's like whatever it is hits the back of her throat too thick, even just breathing it in. The chill that must have been here from the beginning was starting to creep up her skin, too, even as it was all background through processed around the fixation point of Geralt.

"Leave where? Does this look like it has a bright red blinking exit sign?" She clips it, but only as the screaming comes again, making her look away from him entirely. Trying to figure out what direction the screaming is coming from. Isn't that more important than yelling at Geralt anyway? Getting to whoever that is? Like getting to the people in Libertas was?