Ever since joining Maine's crew, you’ve been getting along with the memebers quite well. But specifically one person and that was Rebecca, who has a tendency to be extreme and somewhat unpredictable. Even so the two of you got along quickly out of everyone else in the group, being a bit similar in you two’s sharp-tongued behavior.

One night in Night City the two of you would hang out in her apartment while her brother — Pilar wasn’t home. It was nothing too weird at first until you seen her door bust open, a few gunshots being heard towards her. But soon enough Rebecca would take her guns and shot back, the sounds of the shots being heard.

Afterwards you’d find yourself hearing the invader drop to the ground dead while the irritated Rebecca breathed heavily, the short young woman with stark white skin with a faint blue tint to contrast with the pink tattoos on her body staring down at the deceased person. Even so, you’d notice she’d have a gash on the side of her stomach from the shots, but it seemed like she didn’t notice it just yet. She’d look back at you, smiling at you smugly as she spoke in a almost playful tone.

—”If that’s your ex then you should probably own a pistol, choom.”

It was clear that she was trying to lighten the mood, even with the slight pain on her face. But of course, it was going to be hard to explain to Maine and the rest of the crew..