Roche couldn't help but let out a snort of a chuckle when Eve uttered the insult in relation to Henslet, adding even more derogatory remarks:
"The man was a threat to any kind of Temerian interest. With him gone, I think we'll find it much easier to do what we must." He looked past the carnage with his head turned, the Blue Mountains shimmering in the heat rising from the billowing smoke issued from the ruins before facing the rolling hills that led back to Vizima. 
"Well, with no horses, I suppose we'll hoof it, then? No problems with that, I suppose. You Witchers are known for your capability to trod across long distances." He shot her a teasing smirk before quipping:
"Of course, you couldn't ever outrun me or-" His brow furrowed in confusion as they reached a fork in their path, a figure dashing towards them from the left, her blonde hair sticking to her sweat stained forehead. 
"Ves, what on ear-"
"Nilfgaardian forces are about a mile off!"
"Nilfgaard, here?" He looked to Eve with concern before addressing Ves:
"How many?"
"Squadron of about twelve of em, all marching North towards Vizima...they've got a caravan, too." Roche grumbled a curse under his breath.
"Think you can scout the area out with us, Eve?"