Still no hello, but the guy introduces himself (even his name is manly as fuck, bloody hell) and accepts the handshake, which means he isn't rude, just kinda awkward. Limited human interaction over living with horses, perhaps? Honestly, it comes as a relief, so maybe things can go well after all.

...or maybe not. The question confuses him, since he's already explained how he knows the girl (through Twitter!) and then shock comes when Geralt adds the rest. Going extremely pale, Jaskier gasps and takes a step back, his voice reaching a high pitch when he replies with obvious nervousness.

"...bollocks. No! Nonononono, it's nothing like that!" He explains as he shakes his hands. "I'm a musician! She likes my music! She's a fan. How could I-- Ah, wait, just give me a second--"

He reaches into his pocket to take out his very extra looking phone (how does he keep it in those very tight pants, nobody knows) and proceeds to open Twitter, finding the thread with the girl quite easily since he liked it to have the ranch information at hand (but he stills murmurs fuck over and over during the whole process).

"Here, see? I don't even follow her back." He shows Geralt the conversation, then taps on the girl's username to access her account. A blue button offers to follow the account, and he's obviously not pressed it ever. "She likes my tweets and occasionally comments to discuss music or a funny meme. I don't even know her age or if that's her real name. That's all, I can swear on my guitar."

And that's one hell of a swear, because his guitar is his fucking life.