"I'll be the judge of that, thank you." She smiled at him, but as they walk the expression faded into something more thoughtful, more neutral. Nina didn't make any attempt to keep up frivolous conversation; she was content to walk in companionable quiet as she processed everything that had just happened.

It wasn't the first corpse she'd seen. It wasn't the first body she had witnessed being disposed. But this body had attempted to hurt Inej in ways that had driven her friend to nearly mindless panic, and she hated that.

Geralt said a few things that drew her out of herself. He was easy to talk to, at least.

"Alright, moment of truth," she said when they reached his building. "Are you still living out in the woods, too?"