While he appreciated her consideration with regards to her weight on his shoulders there was no need: he was used to carrying bodies over one shoulder. Her small frame was approaching negligible in the scheme of it all, and he seemed not to even mind if her claws dug in a little too deep.

He made a noise that sounded similar to “huh” as she explained scents and traces. He wondered if perhaps he himself smelled of ozone and scorched metal in addition to the human that made him. He had never really considered it before, but Night City always had the smell of city and food and trash and, well, people mattered less.

“Haven’t heard of them in their tongue, maybe. There might be things you recognize by sight when we get there.” Sometimes he was an optimist. “They talk about technology using words I wouldn’t but there has been some overlap.” A pause. “They also have these things here. They’re like crab rangoons? They don’t call them that and I imagine what’s in them isn’t crab, but it’s basically a crab rangoon and it’s pretty tasty.” He almost shrugged, but stopped himself given his passenger. “So maybe we’ll be lucky.”

He continued a little further through the crowd, eventually turning down an alley. There were not as many people here but there was still a bustle of activity.