It was always busy in Night City. No matter the time, weather nor event, the city never truly slept. From the distant and cold streets of Watson to the bustling and crowded piers of Pacifica, people always seemed to be up and about when it came to Night City. On behalf of Pacifica, more specifically Dogtown, was crawling with people from almost every walk of life. Corpos usually weren't hanging around unless they came by for a work related affair or some sort of casino entertainment. Roughly 80% of the crowd was random street rats or netrunners trying to make a quick buck.

It was warm. The night had crawled in like the many filth that filtered in and out of the several homes and buildings placed around Dogtown. The air grew warm with the scent of degraded plastic and oceanic salt. One netrunner, a redhead whom was currently by her lonesome was leant against the crooked railings of the boardwalk. She looked contemplative, clearly thinking about something that had been on her mind for a while now. She rambled through many different options in her mind; work that needed to be done or people that needed to be dealt with. Perhaps she could call up Aymeric and have him deal with it?.. Oh well..

The french red-head cranes her neck back and looks skyward, drawing in a long breath at the motion. She raises a hand to her bespectacled face, brushing the rim of a bottle to her lips and sipping from it. She whispers a soft "Mierde" to herself as she continued to think: "What to do.. what to do.."