Click. Faced with the cold steel of a pistol pointed directly at you, you found yourself unable to move. Tasked with some small additional assignments, you were assigned to deliver new parts to the resident of this apartment. Given to you was the description of a tall man with a mohawk with the name 'Pilar'.

Glancing downward, you weren't met by a tall man, but instead, a short woman with soft features. Rebecca, after studying you for a moment and recognizing your face, lowers her pistol.

"Wha's up, choom? You need somethin'?" With a wad of gum in her mouth, she maintains her grip on the pistol by her side as her eyes begin to travel toward the package in your hands, waiting for your reply.