Roche listened to the story with narrowed eyes, his breath coming in much softer attempts than normal. As she neared the conclusion, the Blue Stripes commando placed a hand on her shoulder once she finished. Moments of silence wafted between them, Roche allowing the Witcher to compose herself before he spoke:
"I've seen atrocities like that. They're terrible. Inhumane. I'm sorry you had to go through that." He got down on a knee, hand moving from her shoulder to her knee.
"I promise you that we'll figure this out. No matter what the cost. Those villagers won't have died in vain. Not while I'm drawing breath." Squeezing her knee gently, he took the hat he normally wore over his shortly cropped black hair and placed it on the ground before standing. 
"About time I let my hair down like you, eh?" An attempt at humor, a bit better than normal(he thought). 
"Let's see what we can figure out from where the body was recovered. Maybe we missed something there." 

The Vizima sewers were...well, sewers, but these seemed to be more "sewery" than one's average city cesspool. No matter the stench, Roche was determined to forge through it, leading Eve through the entrance grate and down a couple of passages before arriving at a dead end. On the wall facing them was a massive blood stain, oval in nature that went from six feet from the ground all the way down to the water's edge. 
"Found him here. Why on earth would someone be hiding out here unless they were backed into a corner or attempting to find something dropped for them?" He pointed at the walkway opposite of the one they stood on.
"Maybe check on the other side? Commandos might have been in a rush and didn't do a good enough job sweeping the area."