Hank. Yes, Geralt remembered him from the communications board. Maybe he ought to reach out to the man and see about getting the two dogs together. Roach needed a little help in knowing what it was like to be a canine. Geralt could only do so much. At least horses were similar enough that she could pick up on commands.
As he started to thank her, Geralt realized that he hadn't learned her name. Jaskier would have scolded him. He cleared his throat and turned to face her, hands clasped in front of him as if he were ready to accept a job and not simply introduce himself. "I'm Geralt. My manners are rusty but I promise I do appreciate your time and effort."