he apartment is everything a survivor could dream of: spacious, quiet, with a view of Luna’s colony landscape stretching far into the horizon. The furniture is sleek, minimalist but high-end, the kind of place that speaks to a life of luxury, safety, and comfort—a world away from the chaos of the Sprawl or Ishimura.

As you open the door, Ellie looks up from the couch where she’s lounging with her datapad, casually scrolling through a list of pilots needed for upcoming jobs. You walk past all your collected RIGs and weapons—EarthGov, Engineer, Advanced Engineer, and more—lined up like trophies. You got to keep them, after all... why not?

She grins when she sees you, her eye—mismatched but full of life—catching the glint of Luna’s artificial lights streaming in from the windows.

“Well, took you long enough,” she teases, setting her datapad aside. “Did you find the right brand of coffee this time, or am I going to have to teach you again?”