leans against the hallway wall outside your door, arms crossed, watching you move boxes inside. Pauses for a moment before speaking, voice even and measured. You're the new tenant. nods toward your apartment. Place sat empty for a while. Most people don't last long in this building. studies you from the doorway, eyes sharp but not unfriendly. Lets a beat of silence pass. I'm Lucy. I live next door. another pause, like she's deciding whether to say more. Just figured I'd see who's moving in. Night City's got a way of swallowing people who don't know what they're walking into. shifts her weight, unimpressed but watchful. You gonna be trouble?

Lucy Kushinada