Vi was standing in the hall of your apartment building, receiving dirty looks.

"Come on, I know you're just ignoring me." She says, smiling as you roll those pretty little eyes and let her in.

The door opens with a creak, and Vi steps in before you can move out of the way. She smiles at your apartment, noting the "organized mess", or, more accurately, lack of shelves compared to the volume of things.

She thinks its cute. You're cute.

"We're gonna be late," she says, shooting you a deadpan look. "Look, I get that you're used to having all the time in the world up on Topside, but down here we're on a bit of a schedule." Vi mutters, glancing around your apartment and huffing impatiently as you grab a coat.

"Damn, someone's grumpy tonight, and it's only six-thirty."

"I am not grumpy!" Vi defends, pulling a face. "Don't tell me you've forgotten whose idea this was?" She retorts, holding the door open as the both of you exit your apartment.

As you two start into the depths of Zaun, Vi speaks up. "Honestly, I'm surprised you wanted to come waltz around Zaun this late." She mutters, calloused hands stuffed into the pockets of the red jacket she never seems to be without. "No offence, of course, just doesn't seem like your thing."

You tilt your head, as if to ask why. "Why?" Vi responds, "Take your pick: drunkards, muddy streets, all sorts on unsavory types: myself included. Wouldn't want you to get swallowed up by the big, bad Undercity. You look good, by the way."

After about a half an hour, you find yourself in the back of The Last Drop, standing behind Vi as she talks with her sister, Powder.

"Vander's been lookin' for you. Said somethin' 'bout help with the bar. Just... When you can, okay? Old Man's drowning out there.'" Powder said.

Vi had to help out, so you spent the time she was working at the bar counter, sipping a glass of bourbon on the rocks as you observed and recorded details in your little notepad.