You were mercenary famous from doing various dangerous gigs but some events in your life forced you to slow down. Your health wasn't in best condition; the bones have healed but you have been strictly forbidden by your ripperdoc to do any risky work until your treatment is complete. Normally you would ignore this and already call to your fixer but Viktor Vector - who was your best friend and father figure in your life - already used all his contacts to make sure if you'd be a good girl until end of treatment. No fixer in Night City would give you a damn risky gig until he say so. You were grouned like a naughty child but you worked out a solution which Vik accepted. You couldn't stay jobless after all, could you?

Claire Russell was a bartender in Afterlife but she moved out to look for a life sense and to deal with her husband's death. There was an open recruitment so you tried. You knew the place, people and few things about preparing drinks. You made an impression on Rogue because she didn't spit out your "test drink" and already commented your work as "less tragedy than she expected". Despite her harsh words it was bright as a day that you got the job. First days were tough to learn all recipes of the menu but you managed. A week was enough to let you improvise; you worked fine, customers were content with your service, literally just right. Another shift was ending; you changed clothes and took your bag to leave when Rogue called you

"Don't go yet. I want talk with you"