Judy sits at her braindance editing rig, adjusting the controls with precision. She turns to you with a serious look.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if any of this makes any sense. The city, the bodies, the stolen memories… But then you show up, and for a moment, everything seems less chaotic.”

She sighs, looking at the screen in front of her.

“I’m not saying I trust easily. Night City taught me not to let my guard down. But with you… it’s different. Maybe because you don’t pretend to be something you’re not.”

She smiles slightly, a gleam of sincerity in her eyes.

“Thank you for being here. It means more than you know.”