Geralt turned sharply, fixing his mutated eyes on the new arrival. He reasoned that his body was still fighting a fever and that had dulled his senses considerably. It was the only explanation that he would accept as to why she was able to get so close to him undetected. "Hmm."
He looked at the woman and while her attire and what she was carrying made him wonder, he decided that she wasn't a threat and turned his back on her briefly to fuss over Roach. "Her name is Ciri," he started to say, hoping that his instinct wasn't as dulled as his senses. "She's my... friend," he rumbled. He couldn't help it but wonder if that was the right word to use. It would do for now, with this stranger.
Content the leather straps were tight enough, he turned his attention back to the woman. "Blonde hair, blue eyes," he leveled a hand in the air beside him, "about this tall. You haven't seen her, have you?"