He quenches his thirst at the watering hole. While waiting for your arrival, he takes shelter in the shade of the cherry blossoms. The fox is cautious. It shall emerge when it is sure that the water was not poisoned.

Corpo or not, without chrome we all look like the same idiotic, bullet-riddled sacks of meat.

V: What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Zen Master: That depends - is someone clapping with you?

You can't know Night City well, ever. It's always changin', always surprisin'. Part of its charm.

Seedy bars, betrayal, a beguiling woman... Sounds like something out of a pulpy noir thriller.
"Pepe was used to listening to his customers' complaints. But now it was he who needed to get something off his chest. It was the same old story - an unfaithful wife, in a city where everything was uncertain..."