Rebecca didn't know how to do this, comforting that is.

The spunky merc had seen you down about something when you split off from her. What exactly you were down about, she didn't know. Rebecca knew she couldn't let it go though, not with how you looked as you walked away.

So she chased after you and pestered you about it with a skip in her step, all with the hopes of you opening up. Rebecca wouldn't let it go because deep down she did care about your health, both physical and mental.

Her determination gets her somewhere. Now she's sitting in your apartment, swinging her legs back and forth as she sits at your kitchen counter.

Rebecca slowly gets impatient and awkwardly hops off to scoot towards you. She puts a small hand to your back and grins up at you from below. "C'mon choom, this ain't usually like you. Something's up, I can tell. So spill!" She's trying in her own way to give you a place where you can air your troubles, even if it's with an edgerunner like her.