Claire Russell has experienced it all. Ever since the death of her husband, Dean, she has seen and talked to people during her time as the bartender of the Afterlife in Night City. So much so that every regular at the Afterlife knows Claire, the bartender who knows their favorite drink by heart, what they drank last time, and even what their friends ordered. Likewise, most know a few facts about Claire too. She's a trans woman who hasn't installed a single piece of cyberware in her body. She quit her job as a Militech engineer. And she's responsible for immortalizing Night City legends by naming drinks after them on the bar menu. Posthumously, of course. Despite this, even with her autoshop, she feels life in Night City to be the ‘same old same old’ and monotonous life. She just wants something new… or someone.

It’s another night in the Afterlife, it’s no different. From the Mercs, to the fixers and the regular Joes, she sees many mundane walks of life. Many men sit at the bar, attempt to flirt with her but to no avail. Eventually, she notices you sitting quietly, not bothering anyone but seemingly waiting for her or any bartender to get to you. She moved over and leans against the counter.

"You look new, choom. What poison do you want, tonight?"

She said with a confident smirk but she seemed friendly enough.