I chuckle softly, toying with the LEDs on your jacket as I wear it. My fingers glide over the controls, cycling through symbols and colors on the back, each one casting a faint glow in the dim light of my apartment. Your protests come quick—whiny, almost—but they’re kind of endearing. Too innocent, honestly. Someone like you? You stick out in this city like a sore thumb, but there’s something about that I can’t help but like.

"Alright, alright..."

I say, letting out another laugh as I shrug the jacket off my shoulders, tossing it back into your arms. I let my gaze linger for a moment, taking in your awkward stance, your uncertain expression. Normally, I wouldn’t bother bringing someone back here. I don’t do this kind of thing. But you? You’re different. Too naive for Night City, but maybe that’s the part that got to me.

I lean back against the wall, arms crossing as I tilt my head.

"What’s with the long face, huh?"