They need one more meeting.
"Go to the location I sent you tomorrow afternoon. I'll take you to meet another teammate, and we'll go over the action plan."
After adding Lucy's contact, Rocky pings her the warehouse address.
"Yeah."
Lucy fishes a cigarette from her pocket. The sudden commission still hasn't settled, so she smokes to steady herself.
She pauses with the cigarette at her lips and glances at him. "Do you smoke?"
"We're teammates now, and you're not a kid like David," she adds, choosing to be polite.
"I don't. But it's fine—go ahead."
Rocky doesn't like the smell, but he's used to people smoking near him. As long as it isn't choking, he can deal.
Lucy lights up. Smoke curls; her pulse evens out. Right or wrong, she's taken the step—no point dwelling.
A big man steps over: Maine.
"Ripperdoc? Why are you here? Looks like you two know each other? Lucy, here's your cut."
Data flickers across Maine's optics as he transfers Lucy's payout.
"Just met," Lucy says after she confirms receipt.
With that cleared up, Maine stops wondering. He doesn't care how Rocky connected with the iceberg beauty; it's not his business. He turns away.
"Did Maine call you a ripperdoc?" Lucy asks.
"Yeah. I sell and install cyberware, and sometimes moonlight as an edgerunner. My clinic's over there."
Rocky points toward it, matter-of-fact.
"Then I must be crazy—choosing to hit Konpeki Plaza with a ripperdoc," Lucy says, a dry smile in her voice.
"Who isn't?"
"Alright, I'm heading back. See you tomorrow."
She finishes the cigarette, waves, and gets up. She'd only been waiting for Maine to push the transfer. The noise here isn't her scene; she'd rather sit quietly and look at the stars.
Her apartment is in the building ahead. Two minutes on foot. She doesn't need Falco to drive her, so she often goes alone. The crew is used to it.
"See you tomorrow."
Task done, Rocky doesn't keep her. They aren't close yet; there's not much to say. They've made contact—plenty of time later to talk shop.
He calls Jackie: The hacker is confirmed, so there is no need to worry. He sends the warehouse address, sets a time, and hangs up.
The party around him keeps rolling, but he isn't in the mood.
He looks toward Rebecca and spots her slumped over the bar.
He walks over. Rebecca's lying on her side, eyes closed. Maybe asleep.
"Drank too much? Careless," he mutters.
It's actually her first time going this hard. Still, there's no real danger: Maine and the others are nearby, and most of the crowd knows Rebecca. She isn't as easygoing as Lucy; if anyone pushes her, a gun will be in their face a second later. No one wants the trouble—many don't even like her type.
Neon from the car-bar paints her slightly tipsy face—cute, disarming.
Rocky reaches out and gently pats her head.
A body shifts before he can even register the feel of her hair.
"Uh… Rebecca, it's me."
A pink-and-green pistol touches his chin; he freezes and explains.
Rebecca isn't blackout drunk—just woozy. As an edgerunner, her reflex is hardwired: touch her without warning and she draws.
"Oh—it's L. What's up?" She blinks clear, then lowers the gun.
"Nothing. I saw you lying here and worried, so I tapped you. And with how much you drank, I didn't want you left in a bad spot."
"Got it. Don't worry—see how fast I react? If it were anyone else, they'd be eating lead."
She doesn't hassle him about patting her head instead of her shoulder; she smiles and wiggles the pistol for emphasis.
"Haha, point taken. Guess I overthought it."
"Nope. At least I know you care, L. I'm happy."
Her tipsy smile hangs there; Rocky finds himself staring for a moment.
"Hey, Rebecca—drinking this much isn't great. Want to ride around Night City to sober up?"
He planned to return and finish the serum, but how his heartbeat ticks up tells him the lab work can wait.
"Good idea. First time I've drunk till dizzy—could use air. Lemme tell the others. Let's go."
She hops down and leads him to Pilar.
"Bro, I'm heading out. Don't wait up."
Pilar, mid-story a second ago, swings his attention over. "Huh? Rebecca, what are you saying? And who's this guy? What are you doing with him? Hey! Kid, I'm telling you—know what you're doing. Don't think you can touch my sister just because you look decent. I don't even know you. If you dare—"
"Shut up!"