I do not know Spanish. In fact, I failed Spanish class in high school. All Spanish going forward I either took from the game, or looked up myself.

When Lord Dominator was a child, her teacher made her do these stupid lists about where she saw herself in ten years. She usually said something along the lines of world domination or galactic conquest. Savaging supplies off freshly murdered corpses never made the list. Yet here she was. The murdering was fun, but trying to clean up afterwards was grotesque. At least she could say it was educational.

These humanoids were unusual creatures. On the one hand, they appeared disturbingly similar to Dominator. While their skin seemed to vary in shades of red-orange as opposed to green, their overall proportions and silhouettes were almost exactly like her own. Slightly smaller eyes, larger nose, short ears that were rounded instead of pointy. These were all things that Dominator could easily hide to blend in easier. It was also nice to know she could rely on good old fashion sex appeal, as her breast were much fuller than those of the one female she shot in the head. She just hoped finding a bra in her size wasn't too difficult.

The opposite extremes made Dominator straight up bewildered. The most noticeable difference between the locals and herself, of course, was her skin and blood. If she had to guess, the locals had more iron in their bodies and little to no sulfur, while she was the opposite. Iron was by no means harmful to her, but getting enough sulfur oxide could prove challenging. There was also the fact that the locals had five digits per hand, which was almost unheard of. Most sentient life forms had three or four digits, as evolution tended to find any more than that unnecessary.

And the weirdest thing of all was the circuitry. While examining the bodies, Dominator couldn't help but notice the metal implants they had. At first she thought they were prosthetics or maybe some kind of reinforcement for extreme conditions. But then she noticed that their eyes were metal and she found broken computer chips in the now faceless man's skull cavity.

He put a computer. In his brain.

That's when she noticed the ports and wires on the other two bodies. They all computerized their bodies.

"What the actual grop?" Dominator whispered, suddenly finding this planet much less appealing. In all her years of travel and super villainy, she had never encountered anything like this. Why would you put a computer in your brain? Wearing a neurologic reader was the galactic standard for brain-computer interfaces. It always required some calibration, but it was reliable. She even had one in her battle suit. But these people went to the extreme, and seemed to put the reader inside the brain.

Deciding to figure it out later, she moved on to weapons. One person had a combat knife, which was always useful. Another person had a blood-stained pipe. Dominator smirked at the idea of beating a person's skull in with random junk. She couldn't say it wasn't effective, but decided to keep just the knife.

Like many other things with these bandits, their blasters were just plain weird. Again, you had your standard affair of pistols and rifles, but they all used solid metal ammo. Either these bandits were incredibly stupid, or the humanoids of this planet had not yet developed energy based weaponry. Energy weapons were lighter, more efficient, easier to aim, and not super-duper loud.

"Oh boy. Now I have to worry about going deaf, too," Dominator moaned.

Dominator only took the pistol she had already used. It was simple enough to figure out without shooting herself on accident and the revolving chamber would be easy to reload. After swiping all the ammo, as well as the female's pants and holster for good measure, she went outside.

The morning sun filled Dominator with warmth and a hopeful spark. Life would probably be difficult until she found a way off planet. However, she could take solace in the face that she didn't have to worry about freezing to death. With a small smile, Dominator put on her new, slightly bloodied pants before checking out the bandits' ride.

Before her was a car like vehicle that was heavily armored. There were no windows. Instead, the windshield was just a metal sheet with some electronics fused to it. The old paint job had mostly rusted away and had been covered with colorful designs that resembled the local language. It was quickly apparent that operating the vehicle would require some sort of external computer input, most likely from the bandits' implants. She felt a slight tinge of disappointment, but it was no big deal. Figuring she could walk the rest of the way to the city, Dominator focused on finding supplies.

While the interior was an absolute mess, the rear compartment had a large supply box that was full and well organized. Inside were brightly colored packages that she quickly figured out was food, as well as four large bottles of water.

"Jackpot."

Pulling out more stuff out of the box, she found a square, metal case. It was painted white and silver with a red cross symbol on the top. Whatever was inside, Dominator figured it was important as opening the tin took five minutes to figure out. She couldn't make heads or tails of the stuff contained within. There were several different items, but only the bandages and stitching wire appeared familiar. She assumed that the rest were various trauma medications, but didn't dare try experimenting with them.

At the very bottom of the box was a thick roll of paper and four red sticks. Upon unrolling the paper, she found all the sheets were identical. Small rectangles covered with intricate designed on the front and back. And there were a lot of sheets. Dominator's first thought was that they were related to the computer implants somehow, but that didn't make any sense. Maybe it was a form of currency? Shrugging, she rerolled the slips.

The red sticks were much more of a puzzle to figure out. It was a weird thing to have in an emergency kit. What possible purpose could they serve? Thankfully, they had picture instructions on the side. Remove the cap, and strike it across the top to do… something. It took a few tries, but Dominator got the rod to spark, causing it to ignite.

"Aw, sweet!" she cheered as a flare of flame and smoke came out the end. Dominator put it against her hand to test the temperature. "More about light than heat, but it will work."

Acting fast, Dominator pulled the blaster round out of her shoulder. She did her best to ignore the pain, but that didn't stop her from screaming once it was dislodged. With the wound reopened, fresh blood started to gush out and down her arm. Desperate for relief, Dominator pressed the flame against her shoulder and let out a relaxed sigh.

"Oh yea, that's the spot." The flame didn't completely seal her wound, but it did stop the fresh bleeding. It was good enough to bandage, but would need time to heal fully.

With a full stomach and a clear path forward, Dominator only needed one last thing: a way to carry her winnings. It was a problem that took far longer to solve than she would ever care to admit. She scavenged through the local ruins in search of a backpack but found none. She did find a sack large enough for her supplies, and decided to make due. The sun was high in the smoggy blue sky by the time she had everything packed away. The heat was actually nice, but the trash stench was going to get to her eventually.

"Thanks for the free stuff, ya dorks!" Dominator waved at the building with the bandits. Her trademark grin had returned to her face. She let out a small laugh and considered the possibility of conquering this planet. It wasn't in her standard MO, but this place was full of too many possibilities to destroy. It would take a while, but she had her whole life ahead of her. Why rush?

Figuring she could decide later, Dominator flung her sack of goodies over her shoulder and set off.

The villain walked for a couple hours, occasionally sipping on a water bottle. Dominator only had one goal in mind, and that was to make it to the city. She wasn't sure what she would do once there, but she could always turn to a life a crime until she learned the local customs. She also needed to learn the local language and figure out where exactly in the galaxy she landed herself. Entire solar systems didn't just pop into existence, so there has to be some info on how this place went unnoticed for so long.

The road she was on seemed mostly deserted, with only the occasional vehicle driving by. Some were small cars, only capable of carrying a handful of people. Other vehicles where huge, dragging along large payloads. And much to Dominator's benefit, all of them ignored her.

The green woman was about halfway between the city and where she killed the bandits when she came across a pair of buildings. They were nearly identical, each with two levels and several doors. The entire place was painted orange, and the sign out front followed a similar color scheme. She had no idea what this place would be, but there were a couple locals wandering around and socializing. Dominator had no interest in meeting anyone, but she was hungry. Finding a bench off to the side, the green woman sat down and pulled some food out of her sack.

Munching on what tasted like a synthetic meat sandwich, Dominator did her best to observe the comings and goings of this business. It wasn't easy, as the humanoids were so incredibly boring. She saw a few groups come and go, packages changing hands, people getting drunk, but nothing exciting. Just mind numbingly mundane lives walking by.

She did spot one group in a circle, smoking on white sticks. Smoking: yet another practice almost unheard of in the larger galaxy. How bad were things in the city that self-preservation was ignored? Judging by all the litter on the ground, pretty flippin' bad. Maybe she would put this planet out of its misery after all.

Dominator continued to observe, until a she saw a man approach a flamboyantly dressed woman. They seemed to chat for a second before the woman led him into one of the doors. It was obvious that this woman was a prostitute, one of the very few jobs that were found on nearly every planet. Dominator tried not to show it, but she had always been disgusted by the idea of selling yourself. This feeling wasn't helped by the fact that her breasts were actually smaller than the prostitute's, making her feel pitifully average with unwanted envy. It didn't help that the woman winked at her as they walked by, causing Dominator to blush slightly. And it really didn't help that Dominator could hear sensual moaning within seconds of the door being closed.

With her appetite officially ruined, Dominator wrapped up the remaining food. She was growing all the more grateful that she swiped these baggy pants, as she unzipped a pocket on her leg and placed her left-overs inside. Grabbing her sack, she continued her journey to the city.

She didn't make it far. Dominator had not even walked for minute down the road before her path was blocked by a vehicle. The driver had swerved across traffic and directly into her path, leaving black marks on the road.

"Hey! What's the big idea, twerp?" she yelled, anger clouding any sense and logic. That fog lifted when she saw that this vehicle was sporting a similar paint job to the bandit car she left behind. Five humanoids with similar fashion sense to the bandits popped out with several large blasters. That's when Dominator realized those weren't just stray bandits she killed. They were gang members.

"Oh, no. Oh, no no no," Dominator mumbled as she slowly backed away from the gang. One of the gang members looked down at a device in his hand, nodded, then pointed right at her. They all raised their blasters. "Oh, grob!"

With no cover on the sun lit road, Dominator only had one option. Turning on her heels, she dashed back to the orange buildings. As she serpentined away from the gang, a killer instinct took over the woman's mind. It was same instinct that turned her into the predator against three bandits in an abandoned service station. Dominator knew she could survive this, but it wasn't going to be easy.

With adrenaline powered speed, Dominator made it back to the twin buildings. Dropping into a slide, she took cover behind the short, stone wall next to the road. A small sting made itself know, drawing Dominator's attention to her side. It wasn't a serious wound, but one of the assailants managed to graze her leg. Choosing to ignore it, the villain dropped her sack and strategized.

Dominator wasn't great with regular blasters, let alone ones with insane kickback. She would need to pick her shots, as to maximize deadliness and minimize reloading. If she waited till they were close, she could hone in and pick them off with ease. It they got too close, she would stab them with her knife. The whole event was probably going to hurt, but that didn't matter so long as she was the last one standing. With her pistol in her right hand and her knife in the left, she was ready to fight.

At first, everything was going as plan. When the gang got close, she took a shot. The guy in front took the bolt right in-between his eyes and dropped dead. The others were quick to retaliate, spraying their rifles wildly. Dominator was quick to drop back down and reposition. When they stopped shooting, she repeated her attack. Popping up, she managed to down the next person in two shots. This time she was shot back, taking a hit to her left forearm. With her knife hand severely hindered, she made a point to put some distance between the gang and herself.

Running to the opposite end of the car lot, Dominator ducked down behind an empty vehicle. She could hear the bandits communicating, but was completely lost on what they were saying. It didn't help that most of the bystanders were panicking, making it harder for her to pinpoint the assailants' locations. Taking a deep breath, she waited for the right moment. When Dominator glimpsed two bandits on the edge of her vision, she went for it.

Popping up, she took a shot at one of the approaching bandits. As she was pulling the trigger, they moved, dashing in opposite directions with unnatural speed. Catching her off guard, the bandits dashed again to close the distance. Acting without thinking, Dominator took a shot at point blank, causing one of bandits to fall dead. She turned to stab the other, but the bandit blocked her. His arms had opened up to reveal long, protruding blades.

Dominator's mind was in shock at what she witnessed. Her hesitation cost her, as the bandit took the chance to retaliate, stabbing both of his arm blades though her stomach. She screamed, as an agony she had never known spread across her midsection. The man lifted her up, laughing as he was about to slice her in two. But Dominator didn't want him to have the satisfaction. With every ounce of focus and effort she could muster, the green woman raised her pistol to the man's head.

With a bang, the man's head exploded into a shower of red blood and a white liquid Dominator didn't recognize. The newly made corpse fell backwards, taking Dominator with it. She had to catch herself with her arms as to not further skewer herself on the blades still sticking out her back.

The last gang member ran up to her, his flaming hatred for Dominator clear in his eye. She raised her gun to blast him, but there was only a soft click. She had used her six shots. The man chuckled, and spoke softly. She didn't know what he was saying, but Dominator guessed it wasn't anything polite. She watched him raise his blaster rifle to her face, and got ready for the end.

Jackie Welles was in a foul mood. He joined the Valentinos so he could have some excitement and maybe a shot at a better life in Night City. He didn't join to be Padre's fucking delivery boy! And yet here he was. Driving all the way out to the Badlands because Dakota Smith had bought some sensitive info off the Valentinos, and she requested that the shards be hand delivered.

Pulling into the Sunset Motel, he parked his clunker off to the side and waited. About five minutes later, an off-road jeep pulled into the lot. An elderly woman with tattoos stepped out of the passenger seat. A pair of armed guards also stepped out and joined her. Jackie grabbed the suitcase from his back seat and approached them.

"Señora Smith?" he asked, hiding his frustrations with a polite smile.

"You must be Jackie," said Dakota. "Got the shards?"

"Right here." Jackie placed the suitcase on the hood of the truck and opened it. Inside were three data shards, each about two inches long. Dakota picked one at random and slid it into the slot on the back of her neck.

"Hmm…" The elderly woman seemed to be in a deep trance as her eyes took on a soft glow. The data on the shard was being projected onto her corneas, letting her go through it with just her mind.

"Everything on Militech's updated border patrols. Let Ibarra know he has my thanks." Dakota removed the shard from her neck and placed it back in the suitcase. "Go ahead and wire the money," she said, speaking to one of her guards.

"Good doing business with you Señora Smith," Jackie said.

"Please, call me Dakota."

"Dakota it is then."

"Until next time, Jackie." Dakota got back in the truck with the suitcase and her guards, and they drove off.

Jackie walked back to his car and leaned against it, taking in the desert landscape. Nothing ever happened at the Sunset Motel. That's why so many deals went down there. It was safe. Safe and boring. Only thing you had to worry about were drunks and joytoys. Even the green lady over on the bench seemed unassuming compared to the shit you could see up in Kabuki.

Jackie was taken out of his thoughts by his phone ringing. Seeing that is was Padre, he answered.

"Jackie Welles speaking."

"Good news Jackie," the old Latino man spoke. "I just received the payment from Smith. I'll be sending you your cut shortly. Contract closed."

"Hey, before you go…" Jackie sputtered out.

"Hm?"

"Any chance you have any jobs a bit more… interesting for me to do?"

Padre laughed at his question. "So eager for adventure, amigo? To be young again. I will send you more lucrative work when you are ready."

"Ah… Sì, of course Señor." Jackie tried to sound grateful, but he failed to hide the disappointment in his voice.

"Fret not, as I'm sure many of the other Valentinos would be willing to teach you. In the meantime, help yourself to a drink on me. As a sign of my gratitude," Padre said, his soft smile practically visible on his voice.

"Gracias Señor." Jackie thanked the fixer before hanging up. A minute later, 355 eddies had been transferred to his account. That was exactly ten more than his contract said he would get. "Guess he wasn't joking about that drink."

Jackie made his way up the steps of the right hand building and into the motel bar. While he doubts that Padre meant for him to get a drink that very second, Jackie wasn't passing up the chance. It was better than going home and having Mama Welles nag his ear off about joining the Valentinos. He understood her concern. Gang life was known to be a quick road to either a jail cell or a grave. Or both, if you were really unlucky. But he didn't know what else to do.

Jackie was never great at school. Not bad, but being a consistent C student didn't attract scholarships. And even if he could get into a decent university, all that could lead to was a life as a soulless corpo rat. He thought about becoming a ripper doc like Vik, but it turns out he's worse at anatomy than mathematics. Working at his mom's bar was always an option. It brought in enough money to get by, but only just. The way he saw it, becoming a Valentino was the best way to earn a better life, even if he had to get there with petty crime.

Maybe Misty and Vik could help him figure something out. Vik taught Jackie how to fight, and promised to get him the best chrome once he could actually afford it. Misty was his mega spiritual girlfriend, and possibly the prettiest woman he had ever met. Sure they had only gone on two dates, but they enjoyed each other's company, always making one another smile. Jackie was sure they could help.

"One beer, por favor," he requested as he stepped up to the bar.

"Anything in particular?" the bar tender asked.

"Lager if you got it."

"That will be six eddies."

Jackie transferred the money. The bartender nodded before opening a bottle of lager and placing it on the counter. Jackie thanked him before taking the bottle and stepping outside. With a sigh, he leaned against the railing and sipped at his beer. He was down to about half a bottle when the sound of gunshots forced him out of his thoughts.

Everyone was diving for cover, not wanting to be the victim of a drive by. Jackie was about to take cover inside the bar when he spotted her. The green lady he dismissed earlier was high tailing it down the road and back to the Sunset Motel. Right behind her were five Wraiths, criminals that had been expelled form nomad clans for some pretty fucked up stuff. Whoever this freaky woman was, she had seriously pissed off the wrong crowd.

Jackie was ready to write her off as a dead girl when she capped one of the Wraiths, putting a hole in the man's head. Jackie almost couldn't believe his eyes. Then she repositioned and took out another, this time with two shots. She was a bit slow, but she was calculating and knew her way through a fight. Some unfamiliar gut feeling rose in Jackie. It was like some divine force was compelling him to help her. To be her back up.

Going slow to not attract attention, Jackie worked his way down the steps and behind a bench. Last thing he needed was to get killed by a stray bullet. Pulling out his hand-me-down pistol, he popped his head up just in time to watch the woman get stabbed and picked up with mantis blades. Panicking, Jackie ran out of cover, but stopped when the man with said mantis blades had his head blown off at point blank.

"Dios mìo," Jackie whispered, not used to such brutality. The few fire fights he had been in were never this gory. He was almost too scared to approach the woman now. That was until the last Wraith approached her.

"Jimbo was my best man, you bitch," the ex-nomad spat, venom lacing his every movement and word. "Now it's time for me to return the favor. See you in hell, freak." The Wraith raised his assault rifle to the woman's face.

Acting without thought, Jackie raised his pistol and fired a round into the bandit's chest. The Wraith staggered back, but Jackie shot him again before he had the chance to retaliate. A third short, and then a forth to finally bring him down. With all of the Wraiths dead, Jackie holstered his gun and leaned down to help the green woman.

"Don't move, chica. We got to be careful about this," Jackie said, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. Despite his words, the lady looked at him in bewilderment. "You're gonna be okay." Jackie nodded to help get his point across. The woman seemed hesitant, but slowly nodded in return.

Jackie was by no means a doctor, but figured her wounds were survivable if he got her to a ripper doc soon enough. He just had to carefully get the mantis blades out of her midsection. Judging by the angle, he decided that lifting her straight up washer best bet.

"Ok. On the count of three, I'm gonna lift you up and off. Are you ready?" Jackie asked the woman, and again all she did was slowly nod. Jackie wasn't sure if she fully understood what he was saying, but positioned his arms under her anyways. "Alrighty. One, two, THREE!" In one smooth movement, Jackie lifted the lady up, causing the mantis blades to slit out easily.

She screamed and kicked in his arms as tears started to leak from her eyes. Jackie could only imagine the pain she was in. He gently set back down on the ground, doing his best to maneuver the woman into a sitting position. He didn't know how to slow the bleeding without a clean rag, but he knew getting dirt into the wound would only make things worse.

Getting a good look at her, he was starting to think this chick was some escaped Arasaka experiment. The green skin was unusual, but no more so than people who get implants for gold or red skin. But then he noticed that her ears were pointy, like that Yoda character from Star Wars. And her eyes were something else entirely. Unnaturally large and having a light rose color, they appeared 100% organic. Not the slightest hint of implants.

Ignoring his overactive imagination, Jackie focused on saving this girl before she bled out.

"We need to get you some MaxDoc and then to a ripper. I know a guy, but he's all the way in Watson. You won't make it without- Hey!" Apparently he was boring her, as the strange girl stood up and started to limp away. She was slow, having to hold her stomach, but that didn't cease her stubbornness. That's when Jackie first noticed her bight green blood leaking out the wounds in her back. Again ignoring the insane possibilities, he moved to stop her.

"Hold up there, amiga!" he said, grabbing her shoulder. "You won't make it fa-" Jackie was cut off when the woman swung at him with a right hook. Her fist impacted with his right cheek and damn near knocked him on his ass. "Oooow! The hell is wrong with you? Perra loca!"

The woman turned to him and started yelling at him in a language he didn't recognize. It sounded like a weird mix of Arabic and Finnish. Thoroughly confused, Jackie watched as she struggled to reach a large sack on the ground. She started digging though it and practically tossed a first-aid kit to the side.

"You got meds, why aren't you taking them?" Jackie asked. Instead the woman pulled a road flare out of the sack and ignited it. "I wouldn't-," she pressed it to her stomach wounds and let out a sigh. "What… are you?"

Feeling like he still needed to help, Jackie grabbed another road flare off the ground and lit it. He moved to press it against her back, but she pulled away.

"Whoa… Easy there," he said, pulling his hands back to show he meant no harm. "Let me help. I can get your back."

The woman stared at him with a mix of fear and unbridled fury. Jackie couldn't begin to imagine what she had been through. His gut feeling only grew stronger. This woman needed help, and God had sent him to do just that.

He pointed to the flare in his hands and then to her back. He couldn't talk to her, but he had been around Japantown enough to know how to communicate without words. She seemed to understand and slowly turned away from him. Not wanting to startle the poor woman, Jackie gently rubbed the area around the exit wound before pressing the flare against it. The girl let out a sigh and leaned back against the heat, as if wanting more.

Jackie expected the wound to melt close, but usually such efforts were messy and accompanied by lots of screaming. Not only did the woman seem to relax with the heat, but it seemed to be helping the body heal faster. It wasn't perfect, but the wound scabbed over with amazing speed.

They spent all three of the woman's flares to stop her bleeding. It was only on the surface, as Jackie was sure she still had internal bleeding. He grabbed the first-aid kit and was happy to find it fully stocked with bandages and meds. After helping the woman wrap her wounds, he handed her a Bounce Back hypo. She just stared at it before turning back to him with a lost look.

Laughing gently, Jackie tapped the tip and then patted his stomach. It took her a second to understand, but the woman pressed the hypo needle against her stomach. Then Jackie opened his palm and made a sharp, squeezing motion. The woman followed suit, and a soft hiss came from the Bounce Back. The woman took a sharp breath as her eyes went wide, making them look cartoonishly large. Convinced that she would last at least a few hours, Jackie let out a sigh of relief.

"My name is Jackie Welles," he said, gesturing to himself. The girl met his gaze and he repeated himself. "Jackie."

"Jack-ee?" the girl said, as if testing the feel of his name.

"Jackie," he nodded, his smile growing into a grin.

"Jackie," the woman repeated, matching his grin. Then she placed her hand against her chest. "Vheenaslivawheske Rayisu," she spoke with an intense degree of pride.

"Uh… Vhee… nisli," Jackie struggled to pronounce the over complicated name, as it once again sounded so foreign that he couldn't pinpoint the language.

"Vheenaslivawheske," the woman corrected.

"Vheena… slivow… whee- how about I just call you V?" Jackie said, giving up on trying pronouncing the insane title.

"Vheenasli-"

"No," Jackie interrupted her, shaking his head. He pointed to her and said it again. "V"

"V?"

"V," Jackie nodded. He tried to maintain his grin, but the woman's insidious glade made him think he was gonna get punched again. He didn't mean to offend, but it wasn't his fault she had some kooky, foreign name. Lucky, the woman seemed to give in.

"V," she sighed, rolling her giant eyes in annoyance.

"Haha! Jackie and V taking on Night City!" The Latino man jumped to his feet before helping V to hers. "I know you probably can't understand me, but I'm getting one of my good feelings about this. Let's get you to a ripper doc."

Jackie helped V into his car before picking up all her things. He found her fat wad of cash, and that gave him the feeling that she stole all her supplies from the Wraiths. He had to admire the balls it took to do something that stupid. Getting into the driver's seat, he handed the sack to V. He also handed her a disposable comb he kept in the glove compartment. This earned him another smile from the woman as she immediately started combing her unruly white Mohawk.

Pulling out his phone, he opened Viktor Vector's info and hit the call button. After a few rings, his old friend answered.

"Hey, Jackie," Vik said. "I'm kinda in the middle of an operation."

"Sorry, tìo. But I got an emergency in my hands. Friend got beat up bad," Jackie responded, trying to get the info out as quick as possible.

"How bad is bad?"

"She took a pair of mantis blades to the stomach. But I got her some Bounce Back, so she should last a few hours."

"Alright, come on over and I'll look at your friend as soon as I can."

Vik hung up, so Jackie dropped his phone in the cup holder.

"Good news, V," he said, drawing the girl's attention. "I'm taking you to a doctor, best in the city. He'll patch you up right." He made sure to point to her stomach to help get his point across. She didn't respond, but that was better than accidently freaking her out.

As he was pulling out of the lot, his new friend broke out in a fit of laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"What's so funny, V?" Jackie asked.

Noticing his confusion, V made a gun sign and then gestured away from her head, as if her mind was being blown. She even made her own sound effects, making it clear that she was referring to when she literally blew a guy's head off.

"Yep," Jackie chuckled. "Life sure got a lot more interesting."