"Maybe," he mumbled absently at her musing about Magisteria. Calling it half-hearted was generous: Night City had made him cynical and bitter in some ways. His gaze followed Lucy's, looking up at the apartment buildings and allowing himself to marvel at them a little. He had thought Kerry's home (once he cleaned it up) was wonderful, but these were something else.

What the city promised them was generous. He trusted none of it. The last time something felt too good to be true he ended up dead in the Night City dump with a bullet in his skull, and that had been the least of his problems. That they were giving them a place to stay, enough cash to subsist for a third of the year, and then a stipend? There was some catch.

V's gaze turned back to Lucy as she nodded to the entrance. He glanced at the entrance, then back to her. "Yeah, sure, sounds like somethin' to do."

The polite thing to do would be to offer a hand to help her back to her feet, but he didn't. He'd never admit it on his own, but he was glad that she was here. He had the very distinct feeling they likely did not run in the same circles back home, but the familiarity was a comfort of sorts. His hands stayed in his pockets as he waited for her to stand and start walking, and then he matched her pace. "Name's V, by the way."