#act 02.

" whoa, whoa, don't panic on me ! " v holds out her empty palms as if to say look, see, i'm unarmed. " i'm not here to hurt you, got it ? if i wanted you dead, you'd've flatlined already. i just wanna talk. " she's got information that v desperately needs, anything to find a way that both she and johnny can get out of this alive. he may be a complete pain in her ass, and plenty of people would say he deserves to die, but it's kind of hard to agree with that when she's quite literally been in his shoes. " heard you know about soul killer. that so ? "

"bad news—our informant got zeroed." she doesn't love coming to corpo plaza—knows she sticks out like a sore thumb, her style screaming street kid, merc, lowlife—and she hates being the bearer of bad news even more. but here she is; if she's going to find this implant he wants and get paid, she's going to need another source of intel. "fuckin' scavs got him. tracked them down, but he flatlined on me before i could get him to a doc." bad stroke of luck; story of v's life. "got any other options? i'm not going in there blind." not for all the scratch in night city.