That gets him a smirk. "Yeah? Well I'm one of them. Lambert." He doesn't offer a hand to shake, but that's not really a thing they do back home anyway.

Also, Foster's still soaking wet, and frankly for all the disclaimer about 'not being contagious' (not that it matters anyway; witchers and contracting diseases aren't really a thing) Lambert's not partiuclarly inclined to touch him, anyway.

"Anyway," Lambert brushes himself off. "Got better things to do than stand around and chat. See you around." He turns away with a lazy wave, heading off to the mountain path. There's so much else to explore in this place, after all.